Intro: Am-G-F
Am
Well there's slim times when my words won't rhyme
G F
And the hills I face are a long hard climb
G C
I just sit cross legged with my old guitar
Am Am/G F7
It kind of makes me feel like a rock and roll star
Am
Well it makes me laugh Lord it makes me cry
G F
And I think for once let me just get high
G C
Let me get electric put a silk suit on
Am Am/G F
Turn my old guitar into a tommy gun
D
And root-toot-shoot myself to fame
Am
Every kid alive gonna know my name
D E7 F
An overnight phenomenon like there's never been
F G A
A motivated supersonic king of the scene
Dm G Dm G
I'll be a teenage idol, just give me a break
C Am Dm G
I'm gonna be a teenage idol no matter how long it takes
Dm G
You can't imagine what it means to me
Dm G A7
I'm gonna grab myself a place in history
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A teenage idol that's what I'm gonna be
Am
Well life is short and the world is rough
G F
And if you're gonna boogie boy you got to be tough
G C
Nobody knows if I'm dead or alive
Am Am/G F
I just drink myself to sleep each night
Am
And so I pray to the teenage god of rock
G F
If I make it big let me stay on top
G C
You got to cut me loose from this one room dive
Am Am/G F
Put me on the ladder keep this boy alive