Introduction:

“Ready Teddy” is a high-energy rock and roll song that played a significant role in launching the career of Elvis Presley. Written by John Marascalco and Robert (Bumps) Blackwell, it was originally recorded by Little Richard in 1956 and released as the B-side to his hit single “Tutti Frutti.”

Elvis Presley recorded his version of “Ready Teddy” on September 3, 1956, at Radio Recorders in Hollywood. This recording became a pivotal moment in his career, as it was performed during his groundbreaking debut appearance on The Ed Sullivan Show on September 9, 1956. The song’s fast tempo and energetic performance captivated the national audience, solidifying Presley’s status as a rising star and further propelling the rock and roll revolution.

While Little Richard’s version of “Ready Teddy” is considered by many to be the definitive one, Elvis Presley’s rendition added his own unique style and charisma, contributing to the song’s enduring popularity. It remains a classic of the rock and roll era and a testament to Elvis Presley’s impact on music history.

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