Lyrics:

Gather 'round, cats, and I'll tell you a storyAbout how to become an All American BoyBuy you a gittar and put it in tuneYou'll be rockin' and rollin' soon.Impressin' the girls, pickin' hot licks, and all that jazzI-I bought me a gittar a year agoLearned how to play in a day or soAnd all around town it was well understoodThat I was knockin' 'em out like Johnny B. GoodeHot licks, showin' off, ah number one.Well , I 'd practice all day and up into the nightMy papa's hair was turnin' whiteCause he didn't like rock'n'rollHe said 'You can stay, boy, but that's gotta go.'He's a square, he just didn't dig me at allSo I took my gittar, picks and allAnd bid farewell to my poor ole paAnd I split for Memphis where they say allThem swingin' cats are havin' a ballSessions, hot licks and all, they dig meI was rockin' and boppin' and I's a gettin' the breaksThe girls all said that I had what it takesWhen up stepped a man with a big cigarHe said 'come here, cat--I'm gonnna make you a star.''I'll put you on Bandstand, buy ya a Cadillac, sign here, kid.'I signed my name and became a starHavin' a ball with my gittarDriving a big long Cadillac and fightin' the girls off ma backThey just kept a'comin', screamin', yeah-they like itSo I'd pick my gittar with a great big grinAnd the money just kept on pourin' inBut then one day my Uncle SamHe said (sound of 3 footsteps) 'Here I am''Uncle Sam needs you, boyI'm-a gonna cut your hairah-Take this rifle, kidGimme that gittar' yeah.