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 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 down Guitar Street