Lyrics:

She turned fifteen with great expectationsHer older brother knew somethin' was upHe caught her going through his record collectionLookin' at Hendricks like a love sick pupShe begged and she pleaded 'till Dad finally listenedHe drove her in the car down to Sears RoebuckHe bought her that guitar and that was the beginningNow she's down in the cellar with the amp turned upGirls with guitarsDaddy's little angelGirls with guitarsWhat's the world coming to?Girls with guitarsMothers tend to worry aboutGirls with guitarsWell, Saturday nights she followed her brotherIt was socks and stockings on the old gym floorWhile everybody danced to garage band coversShe was checking out riffs and memorizing chordsShe didn't care at all for the football heroesShe didn't even notice the basketball starsBoys as a species were all a bunch of zeroesExcept for the ones that played that guitarGirls with guitarsShe wasn't any debutanteGirls with guitarsShe didn't go out for cheerleadingGirls with guitarsBoys are kinda nervous 'roundGirls with guitarsShe went off to college, she got her degreeHer parents breathed a sigh of great reliefDaddy's thinking law school, Mother's thinking medicineDaughter's thinking how she's gonna break the news to themNow there's an old Chevy van just sitting in the drivewayFilled to the gills with all her stuffShe cut a deal with her brother to drive up the highwayFigures New York City is close enoughShe gets the audition through a friend of a friendWho's checking out her legs saying, 'This will never work!'She flips on her boogie and turns