Guitar Street

Chris Rea Guitar Street:

There's a crazy sense of duty
As he licks between his fingers
And wipes the ketchup from
his face and hands
There's a strong determination
That his teachers never witnessed
Never close enough to understand
He's like a bull
Just bred for fighting
And he don't deliver nothing
Outside the only thing he knows
School-report just says he's lazy
His brother thinks he's crazy
But anyway, take a look
'Cos there he goes...
All through the avenues of fashion
To the palaces of dreams
All the way down Guitar Street