Na Na Na

When I was a kid my old man said to me:
"When you grow up, son, what cha gonna be?
You gonna go to school and get a degree?
Or you gonna go to work in a factory?"

I said: "Na na na ...
I know what I want and I know what I can
And I wanna get a job in a rock'n roll band"

Well, the man at the desk said: "I know how you feel
But how d'ya like a job fixing automobiles
Your card says you got no musical training"
I said: "Hey, look man, you just don't get my meaning

I don't wanna be no guitar star
And the man on the piano works too damn hard
And the bass man he don't cop for no glamour
I wanna be the man with the fifty pound hammer going"

Na na na ...

I know you get your kicks playing Hendrix licks
You're a wizard of Wembley Central
You're the J. S. Bach of Belsize parl
And me I'm just plain metal

But when I play my boogie when I play my blues
It's like a whole tank regiment on the move
You can play the notes and you can tell the story
Me, I'll just settle for the power and the glory!

Na na na ...