Sally's puttin' on her perfume, slippin' into high-heeled shoes
Sally used to have a boyfriend play the blues
Billy's puttin' gas in the pick-up, combin' his hair just right
Money burnin' holes in his pocket till tonight'Cause it's nine o'clock, time to rock
Goin' downtown, gonna hear a little guitar talkMama does her time at the factory, Daddy minds the local store
Nothin' much to say about it anymore
When they get lost in the music under the dance hall lights
Mama still makes lovin' Daddy feel all right'Cause it's nine o'clock, time to rock
Goin' downtown, gonna hear a little guitar talkWhen the guitar talks, when the bass man walks
There's a place down deep inside your heart, it will unlock
When there's singin' strings, and the guitar rings
Everywhere around the world the message is the sameWeatherman tells the weather, TV man reads the news
But there's nothin' like a Fender talkin' 'bout blue suede shoes
And if your baby leaves you, and if it's been a low down day
Listen what a good old six-string has to say'Cause it's nine o'clock, time to rock
Goin' downtown, gonna hear a little guitar talkAll around the block, we're all gonna rock
Goin' downtown, gonna hear a little guitar talkHear a little guitar talk
Hear a little guitar talk
Hear a little guitar talk
Hear a little guitar talk