(Bill Parsons and Orville Lunsfor)
|
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 (sound of 3 footsteps)
|
Here I am
|
Uncle Sam needs you, boy
|
I'm-a gonna cut your hair
|
Ah-Take this rifle, kid
|
Gimme that gittar, yeah
|
|
[Bobby Bare never intended to be known as Bill Parsons
|
His first hit The All American Boy
|
Came out crediting Bill Parsons completely by accident
|
Since the novelty became such a smash, reaching #2
|
The company didn't want to confuse matters with the truth
|
So they also released the next few of Bobby's singles
|
As by Bill Parsons]
|
|
-----------------
|
All-American Boy
|
| Bobby Bare |
