Guitar Street
There's a crazy sense of dutyAs he licks between his fingersWipes the ketchup from his face and hands
There's a strong determinationThat his teachers never witnessedNever close enough to understand
He's like a bull just bred for fightingHe don't deliver nothingOutside the only thing that he knows
School report just says he's lazyHis brother says he's crazyBut take a look 'cos there he goes
Through the avenues of fashionTo the palaces of dreamsAll the way down Guitar Street
To some guitars are hot-rodsAll along the quest for machoTo others a would-be ticket out of town
For Joe a six-string Sten gunIn the 'Panto-revolution'And Stevie's all just strictly sound
He's like a bull just bred for fightingHe don't deliver nothingOutside the only thing that he knows
School report just says he's lazyHis brother says he's crazyBut anyway take a look 'cos there he goes
Through the avenues of fashionTo the palaces of dreamsAll the way down Guitar Street