Put a ribbon round my neck and call me a libertine
I will sing you songs of dreams I used to dream
I will sail away on seas of silver and gold
Until I reach my home
Give me a guitar and I'll be your troubadour
Your strolling minstrel 12th century door to door
I don't know anymore, if that feeling is past will it last
Oh, how can you be sure?

And how do I know if you're feeling the same as me?
And how do I know if that's the only place you want to be?

Give me a stage and I'll be your rock and roll queen
Your 20th century cover of a magazine
Rolling Stone here [bad word]  watch out everyone, I'm singing
I'm singing my song
Give me a festival and I'll be your Glastonbury star
The lights are shining everyone knows who you are
Singing songs about dreams about hopes about schemes
Ooooh, they just came [bad word] 
And how do I know if you're feeling the same as me?
And how do I know if that's the only place you want to be?
And how do I know if you're feeling the same as me?
And how do I know if that's the only place you want to be?

And if you want it too, then there's nothing left to do:
Let's start a band
Let's start a band
Let's start a band
Let's start a band

And if you want it too, then there's nothing left to do:
Let's start a band
Let's start a band
Let's start a band
Let's start a band

And if you want it too, then there's nothing left to do:
Let's start a band
Let's start a band
Let's start a band
Let's start a band

And if you want it too, then there's nothing left to do.