Sent a telegram today
Tomorrow you'll be on your way
Could be Memphis or L.A.
No questions just get out and play.

Wake up call to catch the plane
You know you're on the road again
Someone's bangin' in your head
Why did you get so late to [bad word]  late and feelin' bad
That breakfast was the worst you've had
Make the gate no time to spare
Before you know you're in the air.

747 flies us high
Much higher than we're meant to be
You're six miles high but feelin' down
You wish you could be on the ground.

Find your bags and walk for miles
The customs man is waitin' there
Immigration cause delay
You wonder if you'll ever play.
Limousine is standin' by
We get inside and drive a while
F.M. station soundin' good
And gettin' better every mile.

Hotel lobby looks the same
With all the same old girls in town

Press reception takes the day
With all the same old things to say
Need your picture smile this way
And will you tell me what you play

So you wanna be a rock'n'roll star
Just listen now to what I say
Get yourself an electric guitar
And take some time and learn how to play.

Your roadies call to say ok
The soundcheck can get underway
Soundcheck over, had some fun
waste of time for everyone
Time [bad word] to start the show
It's boogie time for everyone
Check guitars before you go
They're close enough for rock'n'roll
The lights are low,
The crowd is high, much higher than
They're meant to be
We take the stage and start to play
The [bad word] up for all to see.