All American Boy - lyrics

Here are the lyrics to All American Boy by Bobby Bare (ain't the Internet great!)

Gather 'round cats and I'll tell you a story 'bout how to become an all-American Boy (pronounced Bo'-ah).
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, and I said farewll 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[knocks on the guitar]) "here I am!
Uncle Sam needs you, boy. Gimme that guitar. Take this rifle.
Yeahhhh - gonna cut your hair off... .

I still love this song. You have to hear the music. I can't post it up here obviously because of copyright.