Lyrics:

I heard Mama and Papa talkin' last night
I heard Mama say to Papa 'Let that boy rock 'n' roll'
The neighbors are complainin', and the school board called twice today
You know they think you're a fool, and his studies are slippin' away
He don't think about nothin' 'cept them rock 'n' roll records to play
I say it's alright, Pa, let the boy rock 'n' roll
He's got a mind of his own, and you know he's got a musical soul
And he's gotta play music, and you know we really can't say no
So Daddy, don't you worry it it's crazy, man
Go on and do what you think you should
But Daddy, don't you call him Little Boy Bad
When you know he could be Johnny B Goode
I say it's alright, Pa, let the boy sing his song
In his brand new boots, he needs a foot full of kickin' the gong
If his music is groovy, you know he really can't go wrong

So Daddy, don't you worry if it's crazy, man
Go on and do what you think you should
But please don't call him Little Boy Bad
When you know he could be Johnny B Goode
I say it's alright, Pa, let the boy rock 'n' roll
He's got a mind of his own, and you know he's got a musical soul
If the music is groovy, you know we really can't say no