Lyrics:

Gather 'round, cats, and I'll tell you a story
About how to become an All American Boy
Buy you a gittar and put it in tune
You'll be rockin' and rollin' soon
Impressin' the girls, pickin' hot licks, and all that jazz
I-I bought me a gittar a year ago
Learned how to play in a day or so
And all around town it was well understood
That I was knockin' 'em out like Johnny B. Goode
Hot licks, showin' off, ah number one
Well, I'd practice all day and up into the night
My papa's hair was turnin' white
'Cause he didn't like rock'n'roll
He said 'You can stay, boy, but that's gotta go'
He's a square, he just didn't dig me at all
So I took my gittar, picks and all
And bid farewell to my poor ole pa
And I split for Memphis where they say all
Them swingin' cats are havin' a ball
Sessions, hot licks and all, they dig me
I was rockin' and boppin' and I's a gettin' the breaks
The girls all said that I had what it takes
When up stepped a man with a big cigar
He 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 star
Havin' a ball with my gittar
Driving a big long Cadillac and fightin' the girls off ma back
They just kept a'comin', screamin', yeah-they like it
So I'd pick my gittar with a great big grin
And the money just kept on pourin' in
But then one day my Uncle Sam
He said 'Here I am'
'Uncle Sam needs you, boy
I'm-a gonna cut your hair
Ah, take this rifle, kid
Gimme that gittar' yeah