Now I don’t know, how Jerry Lee Lewis, found out I’d come along in March, in my year of 1957.
But it must of been that great moment, when I let out my first shout and mom had her cry - that Jerry yelled out, ”Great Balls of Fire!”
Mom and dad raised me just fine, of that I have no doubt, but I had no music, to make my cradle rock.
Somewhere quietly, on radios I didn’t hear,
The Crickets were singing -
“That’ll Be The Day”
But there was no one, who’d sing a rock ballad, to a tiny baby -
Who knew I wanted to rock and roll?
Well Chuck Berry certainly did, he was shakin’ and rollin’, most everyone with his,
“Whole Lotta Shaking Going On”
Dad would listen to classical and mom preferred Latvian ballads.
Soon my ears picked up a sweet, sweet
But it must of been that great moment, when I let out my first shout and mom had her cry - that Jerry yelled out, ”Great Balls of Fire!”
Mom and dad raised me just fine, of that I have no doubt, but I had no music, to make my cradle rock.
Somewhere quietly, on radios I didn’t hear,
The Crickets were singing -
“That’ll Be The Day”
But there was no one, who’d sing a rock ballad, to a tiny baby -
Who knew I wanted to rock and roll?
Well Chuck Berry certainly did, he was shakin’ and rollin’, most everyone with his,
“Whole Lotta Shaking Going On”
Dad would listen to classical and mom preferred Latvian ballads.
Soon my ears picked up a sweet, sweet