Let The Boy Rock 'N' Roll

I heard Mama and Papa talkin' last night
 I heard Mama say to Papa "Let that boy rock 'n' roll"
 The neighbors are complainin', and the school board called twice today
 You know they think you're a fool, and his studies are slippin' away
 He don't think about nothin' 'cept them rock 'n' roll records to play
 I say it's alright, Pa, let the boy rock 'n' roll
 He's got a mind of his own, and you know he's got a musical soul
 And he's gotta play music, and you know we really can't say no
 So Daddy, don't you worry it it's crazy, man
 Go on and do what you think you should
 But Daddy, don't you call him Little Boy Bad
 When you know he could be Johnny B Goode
 I say it's alright, Pa, let the boy sing his song
 In his brand new boots, he needs a foot full of kickin' the gong
 If his music is groovy, you know he really can't go wrong
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 So Daddy, don't you worry if it's crazy, man
 Go on and do what you think you should
 But please don't call him Little Boy Bad
 When you know he could be Johnny B Goode
 I say it's alright, Pa, let the boy rock 'n' roll
 He's got a mind of his own, and you know he's got a musical soul
 If the music is groovy, you know we really can't say no