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