Born To Boogie

Well, my momma met my daddy down in Alabama
They tied the knot so here I am
Born on the bayou on the Texas Line
Loved in Louisiana and raised on Jambalaya

Now before I could walk, I had a guitar in my hand
By the time I could talk, I had my own band
I went on the road when I was eight years old
When I turned fifteen, I was stealing the show
Money to burn and the girls were pretty
It didn’t take me long to learn that I was born to boogie

When I was eighteen, I went to Hollywood
I met Elvis, Marilyn and Johnny B. Goode
Got my guitar painted to dance the California Sun
A red Cadillac having to much fun

Now we were playing them halls and jammin’
Then back we moved it on over to M.G.M.
They said, “This is the boy we’ve been telling you about”
He lit a cigar and stuck his hand out

He said, “Son have, we got a deal for you”
“I’m gonna make you a star, give you fifty thousand, too”
I told him my momma didn’t raise no fool
I’ll take your money, I’ll make you a movie
But I can tell ya right now, I was born to boogie

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Well, my name is Bocephus, I drink a whiskey by the gallon
And I never back down and I love a good challenge
What I do now is what I did then
I like to get down with all my rowdy friends

Now I can be sweet and I can be mean
I still got my hat and I still wear my jeans
My shades are chrome, my guitar’s steal
If you think I won’t then believe me I will
Get down on you baby ‘cause I ain’t no rookie
I was put here to party and I was born to boogie

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