Chuck Berry

When i was a little bitty boy My grandmother bought me a cute little toy Silver bells hangin’ on a string She told me it was my ding a ling My ding a ling, my ding a ling I want to play with my ding a ling My ding a ling, my ding a ling…

Deep down in louisiana, close to new orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named johnny b. goode Who never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin’…

They’re really rockin boston In pittsburgh, p. a. Deep in the heart of texas And ’round the frisco bay All over st. louis Way down in new orleans All the cats wanna dance with Sweet little sixteen Sweet little sixteen She’s just got to have About half a million Framed autographs Her wallet’s filled with…