When I was a little boy, so much younger than today I met some friends, who showed me how to play Thar crazy little thing called Rock n' Roll It must have been stormy monday Cause it hit me like a flash Like a thunder in my head, it took possession of my soul Tutti frutti all rooty sweet little sixteen Mary oh Mary I feelin' so good And I'm not lonesome, cause I really have the blues I have got some blue suede shoes, they were a gift from an old man Beginning now I will live the blues and I'll try to do 'em - the best I can! Some years after, on a Saturday night I had play a gig at Johnny's Disco The guys said to me: "Boy, you'd better rake your chance And then we're gonna make you play in San Francisco town!" The lights turned on, the show should start, people wre gazing at me, But damned at all, there was something wrong, and I couldn't find the right key Have you seen my blue suede shoes, Have I lost them outdoor Tell me, tell me where I've got my blues I just can't find 'em anymore! There was a ringing in my head And I removed my old make - up I have found my blues sued shoes They've been hidden in my inside So thanks to heaven that I've got back my blues And I will never lose 'em, lose 'em again!