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Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na When I was a kid, my old man said to me "When you grow up son what's it gonna be? You gonna go to school and get a degree? Or you gonna go work in a factory?" I said, "Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na" I know what I want and I know what I can And I wanna get a job in a rock n roll band Well, the man at the desk said "I know how you feel But how'd ya like a job fixin' automobiles Your card says you got no musical training" I said, "Hey, look man You just don't get my meaning" I don't wanna be no guitar star And the man on the piano works too damn hard And the bass man he don't cop for no glamour I wanna be the man with the fifty pound hammer goin' (goin') Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na I know you get your kicks Playing Hendrix licks You're a wizard of Wembley Central You're the J. S. Bach of Belsize park And me I'm just plain mental But when I play my boogie When I play my blues It's like a whole tank regiment on the move You can play the notes, you can tell the story Me I'll just settle for the power and the glory Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na