My dad would say rock’n’roll was stupid My mam complained my friends were bad (ohh yeah!) But there was my bro who once said to me “you’re gonna make it man” He laughed and took me in his band
It was somewhere in 1970’s I did another awful thing It was with the money I stole from my dad That I bought my first guitar Now it seems I really went to far
I know What it’s all about now I know Se me coming out now I know Keep bringing down the house
It now has been a real long way I have kept rocking and nobody now Is saying that I’m doing a wrong thing But I still miss that time Guitars and crazy friends of mine