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Well, there's slim times when my words won't rhyme And the hills I face are a long hard climb I just sit cross-legged with my old guitar Ooh, it kinda makes me feel like a rock 'n' roll star
Well, it makes me laugh, Lord, it makes me cry And I think, for once, let me just get high Let me get electric, put a silk suit on Turn my old guitar into a tommy gun
And root-toot-shoot myself to fame Every kid alive gonna know my name An overnight phenomenon like there's never been A motivated supersonic king of the scene
I'll be a teenage idol, just give me a break I'm gonna be a teenage idol, no matter how long it takes You can't imagine what it means to me I'm going to grab myself a place in history A teenage idol, ooh That's what I'm gonna be (Oh yeah)
Well, life is short and the world is rough And if you're going to boogie, boy, you got to be tough Nobody knows if I'm dead or alive I just drink myself to sleep each night
And so I pray to the teenage god of rock If I make it big, let me stay on top You gotta cut me loose from this one-room dive Put me on the ladder, keep this boy alive
And root-toot-shoot myself to fame Every kid alive gonna know my name An overnight phenomenon like there's never been A motivated supersonic king of the scene
I'll be a teenage idol, just give me a break I'm gonna be a teenage idol, no matter how long it takes You can't imagine what it means to me I'm going to grab myself a place in history A teenage idol (Ha, yeah, ooh) That's what I'm gonna be
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