Twelve String Ricky

Two punk kids with our hearts full of fire,
Me and my best buddy Frog.
Playin' guitars at The Old Music Barn,
Jammin' out Beatles and Troggs.
In walks a cat with a Twelve String Ricky,
Plugs in and sings it this way
"You can play cover bands if stayin' poor's your plan,
But writin' hits will make you the hay."
As we watched those fingers dancin',
Asked about his first hit.
Then his grin just stopped advancin',
'Cause he had to admit-
Though it hurt a bit...

I ain't done, it ain't over,
I ain't quite finished the song.
Just begun, and moreover,
I'll get you singin' along, I'll get you singin' along.

Thirty more years of angular motion,
Giggin' this way and that.
Jammin' on Hendrix, Clapton and Beck,
At the drop of a hat.
Up come a young man, eyes full of fire,
He thinks my life is so swank.
"Well, I'll tell you son, playin' covers is fun,
But you can't take that to the bank."
Lately every one's secedin', they're gonna pack it away.
Even with my fingers bleedin',
You know that I gotta say...
I ain't goin' away!

Chorus and solos

Even if my pals are quittin', I won't be cryin' the milk.
My platinum hit song ain't quite written,
Still in this game to the hilt.
I'll be fartin' through silk!
I ain't done, it ain't over,
Fat lady just ain't singin' my song.
Just begun rollin' in clover,
I'll get you singin' along, I'm glad you're singin' along.
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!