Guitar Star

Well I went to a jam — with the best in the land
Had to show what they could say
There were trombones, sidephones — every kind of saxaphone
Itching every chance to play
In a corner stood a guy — looking kinda shy
Carrying a guitar case
But then somebody said «It's your turn son»
And that’s when he hit the place
He went …
Everyone stood up — cos they had to see
Who the heck was making noise
Everyone agreed — he’s a guitar star
Cos we should know the men from boys
«You gotta play — you gotta play son —
«Son — you gotta play all night»
…Now that’s what I call finger lickin' pickin' chicken -yeah
Back home — country style
(«Got a job — anytime you want it boy»)
Well somebody said — «He's way out ahead
«Cos nobody plays that fast»
The record man there — nearly blew his hair
He never heard a sound like that
«Jimmy won’t you sign — sign on the line
«Tell me what you want from me»
He said to be a star — «I wanna be a star» oh oh yeah!
Oh… Jump! — Jump! — Jump Jimmy jump
Well he just stood there, walking up and down
Like my mate John Skelly
Oh it’s finger licking working so hard
Ooh! — Lay it on! — Play it! — Someone's got to… here
Do, do it!.. do it again
Come on, Rattle Em!'
Yeah, lay it on down!
Hey you gotta give this boy a chance — man
Come on down here and sign him up
Oh! There he goes again
This has got to be a hit record I’m sure
Oh scramble them fingers Johnny!