I get up everyday in the same old way
Get ready to go to work.
Carry my briefcase off to the same place
My boss calls me a jerk.
A small desk in the corner
With a picture of my wife
A cup of coffee starts my day
And begins the end of my life
But I'll always dream of the day
That I'm up on that stage
With electric guitar
And a loud rock band
I'd be the latest rage.
Rock & Roll doesn't want me
Rock & Roll doesn't want me
Rock & Roll doesn't want me
But here I am.
Instead of my job they'd be a hungry mob
Crowding to see the show
The people would roar as I came on the floor
And played; every song they'd know.
There is no train of glory and fame
Waiting there for me
No limousines, no acid queens,
No specials on TV.
Don't have no screaming women
Begging for my body
I'll never see my name in lights
Or my picture in the lobby.
There is no crowd to love me
There is no record deal
But when I want to rock and roll
This is the way I'm gonna feel
Rock & Roll doesn't want me
Rock & Roll doesn't want me
Rock & Roll doesn't want me
But here I am.
Commentary
This one goes back to 1984. It's my theme song, most people don't have a theme song. I wrote it after only being in the work world for a month or so, and no I wasn't married but the "wife" line rhymed and worked. It's the only one of my earliest songs that I play out occasionally.
At the time I was pleased with the number of rhymes (including my first ever internal rhymes), as well as how well the lyrics meet the theme. After 23 years it seems to have held up alright.
