Sat idle in my stand, watching, waiting, on the rest of the band A quiet wooden box of strings Humble and shining, just ready to do my thing They plod through the acoustics, oh such a bore It's time to let rip baby, gimme some power chords! As the hits keep coming, soon to take my bow Let's deafen these crazed punters, let me start this row As you thought that noise was Mr Marshall all at the wrong settings Uh-uh dear listeners, it's my veins just over jetting Pick me up you freak, finger me into some heavenly patterns So let's rock, let's roll, and let this frustrated cut out do its feedback chatting