Put me in a roadcase,
Lock the handles tight.
Roll me on an airplane
Fly me through the night.
I answer every call,
To play the concert hall.
I'll survive the pressure,
Straightens out my spine.
Riding with my guitar,
Rocking all the time.
In London or L.A.,
I need it every day.
Thank God I finally Got out of high school.
No more wasting my time.
Paid my dues. Now look at me,
I'm the last rock and roll star
Run me through the red light,
Get me to the show,
Step into the spotlight,
Deal our first crushing blow.
In Paris or Bombay
We'll take your pain away.
Thank God I finally Got out of high school.
No more wasting my time.
Paid my dues. Now look at me,
I'm the last rock and roll star.
Thank God I finally Got out of high school.
No more wasting my time.
Paid my dues. Now look at me,
I'm the last rock and roll star.

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