(Keep on singing don't stop singing)
(You're gonna be a star some day)
(You're gonna make a lot of people happy)
(When [bad word] to hear you play)

I don't remember mama
She died when I was born
We lived in a one room shanty
But daddy tried to make it a home
When I was only six years old
I started singing in the streets
People would throw me pennies
So I could daddy make ends meet
They said
 [bad word] ]
Keep on singing
Don't stop singing
You're gonna be a star someday
You're gonna make a lot of people happy
When [bad word] to hear you play
They said keep on singin
Keep the bells a ringin

Spread the music from town to town
There's not enough song in this old world
So spread your song around
By the time I was 10 years old
I had a rock n roll band
Daddy's eyes were growing dim
But I didn't understand
He said he would be so proud of me
Each time he'd hear us play
At night he'd pull me to his side
And daddy would always say
 [bad word] 

He didn't have much money
But things didn't seem so bad
I felt just like the queen of the world
When I was with my dad
Then one rainy April night
Daddy called me to his side
He held me with his tremblin hands
Right before he died
 [bad word] 
 [bad word] 
 [bad word]