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All American Boy - The Platters
Gather round cats and I'll tell you a story
About how to become an all American boy
Buy you a guitar and put it in tune

You'll be a rocking and a rolling soon

Impressing the girls picking hot licks and all that jazz

Ah, I bought me a guitar a year ago

Learned how to play in a day or so
And all around town it was well understood
That I was knocking them out like Johnny B. Goode

Hot licks showing off, ah, number one.

Yeah, I practiced all day and up into the night

My papa's hair was turning white

'Cause he didn't like rocking 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 guitar picks and all

Bid farewell to my poor ol' pa
Split for Memphis where they say y'all
Them swinging cats are having a ball

Sessions hot licks and all, they dig me.

I was rocking and a bopping and I was getting the breaks
The girls all said that I have what it takes

When up stepped a man with big cigar
He said, 'Come here cat, I'm gonna make you a star.

I'll put you on bandstand,
Buy you a Cadillac, sign here kid.'

I signed my name and became a star
Having a ball with my guitar

Driving a big long Cadillac and
Fighting the girls off of my back

They just kept a coming, a screaming, yeah they liked it.

So I picked my guitar with a great big grin
And the money just kept on pouring 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 off.

Ah, take this rifle kid, give me that guitar, yeah...'