I heard mama and papa talkin' last night.
And I heard mama say to papa,
"Let that boy rock and roll."
The neighbors are complainin',
and the school board called twice today.
They think he's a fool,
and his studies are slippin' away.
He don't think about nothin',
'cept them rock and roll records he plays.
I said, I's alright, pa,
let the boy rock and roll.
He's got a mind of his own,
and you know he's got a musical soul;
So, if he's got to play music,
then you know we really canr say no.
Now, daddy, don't cha worry
that he's crazy mad.
Go on anddo what you think you should,
But, daddy, don't you call him
little boy bad
When, you know, he could be Johnie B. Goode.
I said, I's alright, pa,
let the boy sing his song.
In his brand-new boots,
He needs a foot full of kickin' the gong,
And, if the music is groovy,
then, you know, we really can't go wrong.
Now, daddy, don't cha worry
that he's crazy mad.
Go on anddo what you think you should,
But, daddy, don't you call him
little boy bad
When, you know, he could be Johnie B. Goode.v
