I heard Mama and Papa talkin' last night
I heard Mama say to Papa, Let that boy rock and roll

The neighbors are complainin', and the schoolboard called twice today
You know, they think he's a fool, and his studies are all slippin' away
He don't think about nothin' 'cept them rock 'n' roll records to play

I said, It'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
Well, if the music is groovy, then you know they really can't say no

So Daddy, don't you worry if it's crazy, man (Ahhh)
Go on and do what you think you should (Ahhh)
And Daddy, don't you call him Little Boy Bad (Ahhh)
When you know he could be Johnny B. Goode (My Johnny B. Goode)

I said, It's alright, Pa, let the boy sing his song
In his brand new boots, he needs a footful of kickin' the gong
Well, if his music is groovy, then you know you really can't go wrong

Rrrrr
Whoo
Yeah
Ow

So Daddy, don't you worry if it's crazy, man (Ahhh)
Go on and do what you think you should (Ahhh)
And Daddy, don't you call him Little Boy Bad (Ahhh)
Whеn you know he could be Johnny B. Goode (My Johnny B. Goodе)
I said, It'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
Well, if the music is groovy, then you know they really can't say no

Hah-ow

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