I got this problem deep in my soul

Doctor said I got a bad case of rock n roll

Temptations of sounds and the beckoning gin

Tumbleweeds my closest kin

I want Marshall Half Stacks That Drive like gas

And a girlfriend that bats her eye lash with a collection of halter tops and low cut jeans

I wanna dance the fretboard like a rocket ship

I wanna find the answers

To all of King’s X questions

I wanna practice on a Fender Champ

Just like Mr. Frank Zappa Zap

My soul lives on six strings

No telling where my marionette mind will swing

Maybe I’ll bend the b and fly into another galaxy

Maybe I’ll drop d and fall down the stairs again

Maybe I’ll tap my way out

Alternative leaving stage left and stage right

All I know

Is I like half stacks and halter tops

And women always expect me to be their rock

Through every lightning storm

Thunderstruck like Alfa Romeo round Nuremberg

Rings of Power to sheathe the swords

That tap humbuckers to single coils

I can feel my stomach start to toil

Live Fast Die Old such a lofty goal

Motorcycle Chrome Pipes

Fastback Mustang Lowered Ride Height

Les Paul Alpine White

Randy Rhoads keeps my mind right

I like Iron Maiden and Judas Preist

Leather Jacket and Ankle Boots

I take my licks like I take my whiskey

Two fingers and trill as can be

Imma phase it out like Eddie

Rock it like Chuck Berry

Fly higher than David Lee Roth

Rock a Cross bigger than Iommi’s

And croon like Bennett when the rain comes in November

It’s Half Stacks and Halter Tops

Wrx from the chop shop

Pirelli Tires

Letters white

Rubber Black

Like Tolex

My guitar picks have a rocking Rhinocerus

My guitar barks riffs like Cerberus

My mind is a weapon you can’t control

My mind is a weapon you can’t control

My mind is a weapon you can’t control

Because you’ll never control me

I’m born of the barbaric north

Home to Runes, Talismans and circle forts

Named after stars I aligned the power chords into symphonies of five

So let’s circle once more around this circle bed