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 is last
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 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 if you want it to then there's nothing left to do
Lets start a band, lets start a band, lets start a band, lets start a band.