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 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
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 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')
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 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
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