There was no use pretending, no magic left to hear, all the music gave me was a craving for lite beer.
My sister got lucky, married a yuppie, and took him for all he was worth. Now she's a swinger dating a singer, I can't decide which is worse.
There was rock and roll across the dial, when I think of her it makes me smile.
Gonna wind it up on my guitar. Gonna make that silver sing.
Every verse a diamond, every chorus gold, the sound was my salvation. It was only everything, before money became king.