Guitar Street Lyrics - Rea Chris

There's a crazy sense of duty 

As he licks between his fingers 

And wipes the ketchup from his face and hands 

There's a strong determination 

That his teachers never witnessed 

Never close enough to understand 

He's like a bull 

Just bred for fighting 

And he don't deliver nothing 

Outside the only thing he knows 

School-report just says he's lazy 

His brother thinks he's crazy 

But anyway, take a look 

'Cos there he goes... 

All 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, 

And he's just a bull that's bred for fighting 

Just bred for fighting 

And he don't deliver nothing 

Outside the only thing he knows 

School-report just says he's lazy 

His brother thinks he's crazy 

But anyway, take a look 

'Cos there he goes... 

All through the avenues of fashion 

To the palaces of dreams 

All the way down Guitar Street