Na Na Na

Na na na na
When I was a kid my old man said to me
When you grow up son what cha gonna be?
You gonna go to school and get a degree?
Or you gonna go to work in a factory?
I said
Na na na na
I know what I want and I know what I can
And I wanna get a job in a rock'n roll band
Well
The man at the desk said
I know how you feel
But how d'ya like a job fixing automobiles
Your card says you got no musical training
I said hey
Look man
You just don't get my meaning
I don't wanna be no guitar star
And the man on the piano works too damn hard
And the bass man he don't cop for no glamour
I wanna be the man with the fifty pound hammer going
Na na na na
I know you get your kicks
Playing Hendrix licks
You're a wizard of Wembley Central
You're the J. S. Bach of Belsize park
And me I'm just plain mental
But when I play my boogie
When I play my blues
It's like a whole tank regiment on the move
You can play the notes and you can tell the story
Me I'll just settle for the power and the qlory
Na na na na