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