Lyrics:
Guitar Opera

to keep them both going I was always out and gone I came home one afternoon to get me change of clothes Caught a quick walkin' slick talkin' guitar picker

the dirtiest van we can, a rolling home for you and me! I'm enchante with the A & R department They say I'll go far but don't play guitar Good heavens

's called me here from Memphis Tennessee Her home is on the southside high up on a ridge Just a half a mile from the Mississippi Bridge [ ac.guitar ]

get back home Cool operator with a rattlesnake kiss Angelic poses that never miss Reverberation shuffle to the bone, yeah Shake the world to the ground Memphis hip swinging to the guitar

til seven I don't want to stay in Hell take me back to Heaven Back to rock 'n roll. Don't give me no high classed opera Give me music with some drive

When I was young, Mum bought me a guitar A microphone an' she said I'd go far She said, "Just keep it raw, the lyrics hardcore" Listen to my talk an'

INTRO "Good evening. This is the intergalactic operator. Can I help you?" "Yes. I'm trying to reach flight commander P.R. Johnson, on Mars, flight 2-

, turnin' the chips Flex statuesque Make record sales spread around like acne Takin' over like the hover Uncanny abilities rocking your wig piece Days of playing air guitar

could not leave her number but I know who placed the call Cause my uncle took the message and he wrote it on the wall Help me operator get in touch with