I heard Mama and Papa talkin' last night   And I heard Mama say to Papa: Let that boy rock and roll      The neighbor not complainin' and the schoolboy talked twice today   You know they think you're foolish, study or slippin' away   He don't think about nothin' 'cept the rock and roll records that play   I say it's all right, Pa, let the boy rock and roll   He's got a mind of his own and you know he's got a musical soul   And he's gotta play music and you know we really can't say no      So Daddy, don't you worry 'bout this crazy man   Go on and do what you think you should   But Daddy, don't you call him Little Boy Bad   When you know he could be Johnny B Good   I say it's all right, Pa, let the boy sing his song   In his brand new boots, he needs a foot from a kick in the town   If his music is groovy, you know he really can't go wrong      (instrumental)      So Daddy, don't you worry 'bout this crazy man   Go on and do what you think you should   But please don't call him Little Boy Bad   When you know he could be Johnny B Good   I say it's all right, Pa, let the boy rock and roll   He's got a mind of his own and you know he's got a musical soul   If the music is groovy, you know we really can't say no