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