It's clear life's circumstances get hairy,
Once in a while we're not quite so merry.
But when that seems to happen, I get my toes tappin',
To Freddie King, SRV, and Chuck Berry.
The music of the baby boom
When teenage love was in full bloom
Reminds me of a time When the world seemed just fine,
And the kids had the Summertime Blues.
Occasionally, music don't work;
Sometimes Rock & Roll brings no smirk.
In times like those, my amp's on switch I throws;
I plug in and just go berserk
The bending of strings, playing faster;
Biting tones come from my Stratocaster.
The euphoric feeling when bent notes are squealing
While I try to mimic the masters.
But when after all this I'm still mopey
And think everyone's full of boloney
When I get to wishin' I was a real musician,
I turn to My Little Pony.
I don't have to give up my man card
For a show that many disregard
This show thought for children (for little girls, even!)
Is sweet relief when times become hard.
Sometimes I have a bit of doubt
That we can all work it on out
But all the above give my heartaches a shove
And leave me to just Twist and Shout.