Guitar Street lyrics
by Rea Chris



There's a crazy sense of dutyAs he licks between his fingersAnd wipes the ketchup from his face and handsThere's a strong determinationThat his teachers never witnessedNever close enough to understandHe's like a bullJust bred for fightingAnd he don't deliver nothingOutside the only thing he knowsSchool-report just says he's lazyHis brother thinks he's crazyBut anyway, take a look'Cos there he goes...All through the avenues of fashionTo the palaces of dreamsAll the way down Guitar StreetTo some, guitars are hot-rodsAll along the quest for machoTo others a would-be ticket out of townFor Joe; a six-string sten gunIn the "panto-revolution"And Stevies all just strictly sound,And he's just a bull that's bred for fightingJust bred for fightingAnd he don't deliver nothingOutside the only thing he knowsSchool-report just says he's lazyHis brother thinks he's crazyBut anyway, take a look'Cos there he goes...All through the avenues of fashionTo the palaces of dreamsAll the way down Guitar Street