Guitar Street

There's a crazy sense of duty

As he licks between his fingers

Wipes the ketchup from his face and hands

There's a strong determination

That his teachers never witnessed

Never close enough to understand

He's like a bull just bred for fighting

He don't deliver nothing

Outside the only thing that he knows

School report just says he's lazy

His brother says he's crazy

But take a look 'cos there he goes

Through the avenues of fashion

To the palaces of dreams

All the way

All the way down guitar street

Down guitar street

Down guitar street yeah

Down guitar street

To some guitars are hot-rods

All along the quest for macho

To others a would-be ticket out of town

For Joe a six-string sten gun

In the 'Panto-revolution'

And Stevie's all just strictly sound

He's like a bull just bred for fighting

He don't deliver nothing

Outside the only thing that he knows

School report just says he's lazy

His brother says he's crazy

But anyway take a look 'cos there he goes

Through the avenues of fashion

To the palaces of dreams

All the way

All the way down guitar street

Down guitar street yeah

Down guitar street yeah

Down guitar street yeah

Down guitar street

Down guitar street yeah

Down guitar street

Oh I'm guitar street yeah

Now he's a bull just bred for fighting

He don't deliver nothing

Outside the only thing that he knows

School report just said he's lazy

And his brother said he's crazy

But take a look 'cos there he goes

Down guitar street

Down guitar street

Oh I'm guitar street yeah

I'm guitar street yeah yeah yeah yeah