The last of the new wave riders

Will be the first of the new age masters



Pick up your arms was the call

So I packed up my Fender and ran down the hall

Back to the fields and forests

Now I am one of them

"Turn on the power" cried the army of sound

And the hum of the amps shook the trees and the ground

And like a single man we cranked up the knobs

And a thousand guitars sang our national anthem



We captured the whole human race

There was nowhere to hide, playing filled every space

Jamming the world back into place

Everyone a star



We hit the supreme overload

And the great amplifier began to explode

The smoke is slowly clearing away

And the whole universe is a giant guitar



(Here comes that silver surfer now