When I was a kid my old man said to me
When you grow up son what cha gonna be?
You gonna go to school and get a degree?
Or you gonna go to work in a factory?
I said
Na na na na
I know what I want and I know what I can
And I wanna get a job in a rock'n roll band.
Well
the man at the desk said
I know how you feel.
But how d'ya like a job fixing automobiles
Your card says you got no musical training
I said hey
look man
you just don't get my meaning.
I don't wanna be no guitar star
And the man on the piano works too damn hard.
And the bass man he don't cop for no glamour
I wanna be the man with the fifty pound hammer going.
Na na na na
I know you get your kicks
Playing Hendrix licks
You're a wizard of Wembley Central
You're the J. S. Bach of Belsize park
And me I'm just plain mental.
But when I play my boogie
when I play my blues
It's like a whole tank regiment on the move
You can play the notes and you can tell the story
