She turned fifteen with great expectations

Her older brother knew somethin' was up

He caught her going through his record collection

Lookin' at Hendricks like a love sick pup

She begged and she pleaded 'till Dad finally listened

He drove her in the car down to Sears Roebuck

He bought her that guitar and that was the beginning

Now she's down in the cellar with the amp turned up



Girls with guitars

Daddy's little angel

Girls with guitars

What's the world coming to?

Girls with guitars

Mothers tend to worry about

Girls with guitars



Well, Saturday nights she followed her brother

It was socks and stockings on the old gym floor

While everybody danced to garage band covers

She was checking out riffs and memorizing chords

She didn't care at all for the football heroes

She didn't even notice the basketball stars

Boys as a species were all a bunch of zeroes

Except for the ones that played that guitar



Girls with guitars

She wasn't any debutante

Girls with guitars

She didn't go out for cheerleading

Girls with guitars

Boys are kinda nervous 'round

Girls with guitars



She went off to college, she got her degree

Her parents breathed a sigh of great relief

Daddy's thinking law school, Mother's thinking medicine

Daughter's thinking how she's gonna break the news to them



Now there's an old Chevy van just sitting in the driveway

Filled to the gills with all her stuff

She cut a deal with her brother to drive up the highway

Figures New York City is close enough

She gets the audition through a friend of a friend

Who's checking out her legs saying, "This will never work!"

She flips on her boogie and turns