His Rock A-billy Star
The only part that niggles,
Are the scratchy little squiggles,
That happen when she giggles,
As she attempts to write a song.
She wants a yellow pick-up,
But her tunes aren't worth a hick-up,
So she contemplates a stick-up,
If her boyfriend comes along.
Her boyfriend plays a fiddle,
Now she's got him in the middle,
Cause he loves her just a little,
But he knows what's right from wrong.
His feelings he's been sorting,
And his efforts are rewarding,
When he teaches her some cording,
On his neglected old guitar.
She's feminine and frilly,
His beguiling little filly,
She plays that rock a-billy,
And he knows he's got a star!
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