What I do now is all my dad's fault, because he bought me a guitar as a boy, for no apparent reason.

There's nobody I look up to, really.

Whatever road you choose, I'm right behind you win or lose.

Well, there's not a day goes by when I don't get up and say thank you to somebody.

Find myself a rock and roll band, that needs a helping hand.

All I needed was a friend to lend a guiding hand. But you turned into a lover, and mother what a lover, you wore me out.

How can my son not be straight after all I've said and done for him?