Way down in Texas in a little border town
Lives a guy that plays the coolest piano around
Everybody falls in about a-twelve o'clock
And they know their job, and their job is to rock
Riffa-raffa-riffa-raffa riffin' up the keys
Poundin' ten long fingers on eighty-eight keys

Just like Johnny B. Goode his name is up in lights
Poundin' at the dance on a Saturday night
He don't use must music, just a bass and guitar
But people's comin' from near and far
When he plays it makes me week in the knees
Poundin' ten long fingers on eighty-eight keys

Now, Mr. Jerry Lee ain't got a thing on this boy
'Cause when he plays, he really spreads joy
He don't dig the music like they play in a choir
He gets his kick a-singin' "Great Balls Of Fire"

Kicks his stool back and he gets up on his feet
Playin' rock 'n' roll music with that crazy beat
No long blonde curls, he's got a longer nose
The gals don't give a hick the way he shows
Riffa-raffa-riffa-raffa riffin' up the keys
Poundin' ten long fingers on eighty-eight keys

Now, Mr. Jerry Lee ain't got a thing on this boy
'Cause when he plays, he really spreads joy
He don't dig the music like they play in a choir
He gets his kick a-singin' "Great Balls Of Fire"

Kicks his stool back and he gets up on his feet
Playin' rock 'n' roll music with that crazy beat
No long blonde curls, he's got a longer nose
The gals don't give a hick the way he shows
Riffa-raffa-riffa-raffa riffin' up the keys
Poundin' ten long fingers on eighty-eight keys