Well I went to a jam with the best in the land Had to show what they could say There were trombones, sidephones every kind of saxaphone Itching every chance to play In a corner stood a guy looking kinda shy Carrying a guitar case But then somebody said "It's your turn son" And that's when he hit the place He went Everyone stood up - cos they had to see Who the heck was making noise Everyone agreed - he's a guitar star Cos we should know the men from boys "You gotta play you gotta play son "Son you gotta play all night" Now that's what I call finger lickin' pickin' chicken yeah Back home country style ("Got a job anytime you want it boy") Well somebody said "He's way out ahead "Cos nobody plays that fast" The record man there nearly blew his hair He never heard a sound like that "Jimmy won't you sign sign on the line "Tell me what you want from me" He said to be a star "I wanna be a star" oh oh yeah! Oh Jump! Jump! Jump Jimmy jump Well he just stood there, walking up and down Like my mate John Skelly. Oh it's finger licking working so hard Ooh! Lay it on! Play it! Someone's got to .here Do, do it!.. do it again Come on , Rattle Em!' Yeah, lay it on down! Hey you gotta give this boy a chance - man Come on down here and sign him up Oh! There he goes again This has got to be a hit record I'm sure Oh scramble them fingers Johnny!