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!