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, 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 it I was born to boogie
When I was eighteen I went to Hollywood
I met Elvis and Marilyn and Johnny B. Goode
Got my guitar painted and some California sun
A red cadillac having too much fun
Now we were playing them halls and jamming them
And we moved it on over to MGM
They said this is the boy we've been telling you about
He lit a cigar and he stuck his hand out
He said, "Son, have we got a deal for you,
We're 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 movies
But I can tell ya right now
I am born to boogie."
Well, my name is Bocephus
I drink 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
But I still got my hat and I still wear my jeans
My shades are chrome
My guitar is steel
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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