Rock n Roll Fantasy

Well, you write all your books about old rock and roll
The 50s, the 60s, the boogie, the soul
You put it on record, and sometimes you lie
But the artists, they lived, and they loved, and they died…
So I bought a guitar, and I learned me some tunes
I wrote me some songs, but they fell into ruins
And the music kept coming, I know how we tried
Still, the artists, they lived, and the loved, and they died…
But everybody’s got a rock and roll fantasy
And baby I’ll have mine
I’ve seen you play your guitars and pianos
And shaking your heads to the time
Imaginary crowds in Madison Square front-row
And I know you’ll be trying
But everybody’s got a rock and roll fantasy
And baby, I’ll have mine!
Well, the people, they listened, if just for a while
They gave us an inch, so we took us a mile
If we were up, they’d put us down, if we were down, they’d smile
Still, the artists, they lived, and they loved, and they died…
But everybody’s got a rock and roll fantasy
And baby I’ll have mine
I’ve seen you play your guitars and pianos
And shaking your heads to the time
Imaginary crowds in Madison Square front-row
And I know you’ll be trying
But everybody’s got a rock and roll fantasy
And baby, I’ll have mine!
Half past four in the morning, at the end of the line
We were in a motel and we were drinking some wine
Someone played our old record, he was taking a ride
Still, the artists, they lived, and they loved, and they died…
But everybody’s got a rock and roll fantasy
And baby I’ll have mine
I’ve seen you play your guitars and pianos
And shaking your heads to the time
Imaginary crowds in Madison Square front-rows
And I know you’ll be trying
But everybody’s got a rock and roll fantasy
And baby, I’ll have mine!
Rock and roll fantasy!