Guitar Street

Theres a crazy sense of duty As he licks between his fingers Wipes the ketchup from his face and hands Theres a strong determination That his teachers never witnessed Never close enough to understand Hes like a bull just bred for fighting He dont deliver nothing Outside the only thing that he knows School report just says hes lazy His brother says hes 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 stevies all just strictly sound Hes like a bull just bred for fighting He dont deliver nothing Outside the only thing that he knows School report just says hes lazy His brother says hes 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