I heard Mama and Papa talkin' last night
  And I heard Mama say to Papa: Let that boy rock and roll
  The neighbors are 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
  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