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 a troubadur
Your strolling minstrels will 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 that that’s the only place you want to be? 

Give me a stage and I’ll be a 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 Glastonbury star 
The lights are shining, everyone knows who you are 
Singing songs about dreams, about homes, about schemes 
Oooh they just came [bad word] 

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

And if you want it too, then there’s nothing left to do 
Lets start a band 
Lets start a band 
Lets start a band 
Lets start a band 

And if you want it too, then there’s nothing left to do 
Lets start a band 
Lets start a band 
Lets start a band 
Lets start a band 

And if you want it too, then there’s nothing left to do 
Lets start a band 
Lets start a band 
Lets start a band 
Lets start a band 

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