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