There's a crazy sense of duty
As he licks between his fingers
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
He don't deliver nothing
Outside the only thing that he knows
School report just says he's lazy
His brother says he's crazy
But take a look cause there he goes
Through the avenues of fashion
To the palaces of dreams
All the way
All the way down Guitar Street
Down Guitar Street
Down Guitar Street, yeah, yeah
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 Stevie's all just strictly sound
He's like a bull just bred for fighting
He don't deliver nothing
Outside the only thing that he knows
School report just says he's lazy
His brother says he's crazy
But anyway take a look cause there he goes
Through the avenues of fashion
To the palaces of dreams
All the way
All the way down Guitar Street
Down Guitar Street
Down Guitar Street
Yeah
Down Guitar Street
Yeah, yeah
Down Guitar Street
Down Guitar Street
Down Guitar Street
Oh, down Guitar Street
He's like a bull just bred for fighting
He don't deliver nothing
Outside the only thing that he knows
School report just says he's lazy
And his brother says he's crazy
But take a look cause there he goes
Down Guitar Street
Down Guitar Street
Yeah
Oh, down Guitar Street
Down Guitar Street
Yeah, yeah, yeah