It was a hard life, too, when I got into a band I worked from 9 to 5 as if I had to make a sound Playing up a smoke right, was nothing to me I had to have my many lights, I knew it's gotta be
Stacks of amps, the winning hand, the bright lights everywhere That good old glimmer disco and do we do or dare
So I aimed to be a star and when I got it big and far I got some money, found a new honey and bought a funky car But as my records started selling almost too well I thought that would be the end, that I would go to hell
Stacks of amps, the winning hand, the bright lights everywhere That good old glimmer disco and do we do or dare
Now I'm on the top and now I can look down on you I see gold at my feet when I a lick or two I could've caught all the gold that girls can buy But I can't run away when the crowd begins to cry
Stacks of amps, the winning hand, the bright lights everywhere That good old glimmer disco and do we do or dare
I'm the fastest, loudest son of a bitch when it comes to rock 'n' roll Yeah, I'm the fastest, loudest son of a bitch when it comes to rock 'n' roll I'm the fastest, loudest, I'm the greatest, I am the best