Sally's puttin' on her perfume, slippin' into high-heeled shoes   Sally used to have a boyfriend play the blues   Billy's puttin' gas in the pick-up, combin' his hair just right   Money burnin' holes in his pocket till tonight      'Cause it's nine o'clock, time to rock   Goin' downtown, gonna hear a little guitar talk      Mama does her time at the factory, Daddy minds the local store   Nothin' much to say about it anymore   When they get lost in the music under the dance hall lights   Mama still makes lovin' Daddy feel all right      'Cause it's nine o'clock, time to rock   Goin' downtown, gonna hear a little guitar talk      When the guitar talks, when the bass man walks   There's a place down deep inside your heart, it will unlock   When there's singin' strings, and the guitar rings   Everywhere around the world the message is the same      Weatherman tells the weather, TV man reads the news   But there's nothin' like a Fender talkin' 'bout blue suede shoes   And if your baby leaves you, and if it's been a low down day   Listen what a good old six-string has to say      'Cause it's nine o'clock, time to rock   Goin' downtown, gonna hear a little guitar talk      All around the block, we're all gonna rock   Goin' downtown, gonna hear a little guitar talk      Hear a little guitar talk   Hear a little guitar talk   Hear a little guitar talk   Hear a little guitar talk