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Pastimes : Come Play With Me - 'Name That Tune' -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: shadowman who wrote (9413)	5/24/2000 12:15:00 AM
From: mr.mark	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 10709

funny you should mention bobby dylan. i have a boot with him singing 'all american boy'. it's a gem.

To: shadowman who wrote (9413)	5/24/2000 10:06:00 AM
From: Zakrosian	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 10709

After listening to a clip of "All-American Boy", I recognized it immediately. Now the connection makes sense. Oddly, the only portion of the "Talking Green Berets" song I've been able to find - unfortunately Mike Smith never recorded it - makes reference to Screaming Jay Hawkins. Here's another news article on him jayskids.com And here are the lyrics to "All American Boy" - from a great lyrics site summer.com.br (SPOKEN IN A SING-SONG PATTER RATHER THAN SUNG) Gather 'round, cats, and I'll tell you a story About how to become an All American Boy Buy you a gittar and put it in tune You'll be rockin' and rollin' soon. Impressin' the girls, pickin' hot licks, and all that jazz I-I bought me a gittar a year ago Learned how to play in a day or so And all around town it was well understood That I was knockin' 'em out like Johnny B. Goode Hot licks, showin' off, ah number one. Well , I 'd practice all day and up into the night My papa's hair was turnin' white Cause he didn't like rock'n'roll He said "You can stay, boy, but that's gotta go." He's a square, he just didn't dig me at all So I took my gittar, picks and all And bid farewell to my poor ole pa And I split for Memphis where they say all Them swingin' cats are havin' a ball Sessions, hot licks and all, they dig me I was rockin' and boppin' and I's a gettin' the breaks The girls all said that I had what it takes When up stepped a man with a big cigar He said "come here, cat--I'm gonnna make you a star." "I'll put you on Bandstand, buy ya a Cadillac, sign here, kid." I signed my name and became a star Havin' a ball with my gittar Driving a big long Cadillac and fightin' the girls off ma back They just kept a'comin', screamin', yeah-they like it So I'd pick my gittar with a great big grin And the money just kept on pourin' in But then one day my Uncle Sam He said (sound of 3 footsteps) "Here I am" "Uncle Sam needs you, boy I'm-a gonna cut your hair ah-Take this rifle, kid Gimme that gittar" yeah.