American Boy

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Gather 'round cats and I'll tell you a story 'Bout how to become an all-American Boy. Just buy you a guitar and put it in tune And you'll be a rockin and a rollin soon. Impressin the girls, hittin hot licks, and all that jazz. I bought me a guitar about a year ago and I Learned how to play it in a day or so. And all around town it was well understood That I was knocking 'em out like Johnny B. Goode. Hot licks, showing off, ah, number one. Well I practiced all day and up into the night, My papa's hair was a gettin kinda white. He didn't dig that, ah, rock and roll. He said, "You can stay boy, but that's gotta go." He's a square; just didn't dig me at all. So I packed my guitar, picks and all, bid farewell to my poor old pa. I split for Memphis where they say 'you all' And them swinging cats are a havin a ball. Yeah, they love me down there, guitar picks and all. I was rocking and bopping and getting all the breaks, And the girls all said that I had what it takes, When up steps a man with a big cigar. He said. "Come here, kid. I'm gonna make you a star." Put you on "Bandstand', buy you a cadillac. Sign here, kid." So I signed my name and became a star, having a ball with my guitar. Driving a big, long cadillac. And fighting the girls off'n my back. But they just keep a comin, screaming, they love it. So I picked my guitar with a great big grin And the money just kept on rollin in. And then one day my Uncle Sam said (thump, thump, thump) "here I am! Uncle Sam needs you, boy. Gonna cut your hair off, Gimme that guitar, Take this rifle. Yeahhhh

He said, "Hey, sister, it's really, really nice to meet ya" I just met this 5-foot-7 guy who's just my type Like the way he's speakin', his confidence is peakin' Don't like his baggy jeans but I might like what's underneath them And, no, I ain't been to MIA I heard that Cali never rains and New York's all the way First let's see the West End, I'll show you to my bredrin I'm likin' this American boy American boy Can we get away this weekend? Take me to Broadway Let's go shopping, baby, then we'll go to a café Let's go on the subway, take me to your hood I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good Dressed in all your fancy clothes Sneakers lookin' fresh to death, I'm lovin' those Shell Toes Walkin' that walk, talk that slick talk I'm likin' this American boy, American boy Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA I really want to come kick it with you You'll be my American boy You'll be my American boy You'll be my, you'll be my You'll be my, you'll be my You'll be my, you'll be my You'll be my, you'll be my... American boy