There's a crazy sense of duty

As he licks between his fingers

Wipes the ketchup from his face and hands

There's a strong determination

That his teachers never witnessed

Never close enough to understand

He's like a bull just bred for fighting

He don't deliver nothing

Outside the only thing that he knows



School report just says he's lazy

His brother says he's crazy

But take a look 'cos there he goes



Through the avenues of fashion

To the palaces of dreams

All the way down Guitar Street



To some guitars are hot-rods

All along the quest for macho

To others a would-be ticket out of town

For Joe a six-string sten gun

In the 'Panto-revolution'

And Stevie's all just strictly sound

He's like a bull just bred for fighting

He don't deliver nothing

Outside the only thing that he knows



School report just says he's lazy

His brother says he's crazy

But anyway take a look 'cos there he goes

Through the avenues of fashion

To the palaces of dreams

All the way down Guitar Street