Friday night, I’m on my way home
The automated world can crack
I’m home for the weekend
I’m gonna make the most of my time
There’s a rock and roll singer on the television
Giving up his music, gonna take up religion
Deserted rock and roll
To try to save me, so …
Saturday night, gotta gig with the band
Playing the electric guitar
Someday I’m gonna make it
Gonna be a super-duper-star
Get a flashy car
And a house for my Ma
The big break better happen soon
‘Cause I’m pushing twenty-one
Just like Cinderella
When she couldn’t go to the ball
A voice said, «I’m your fairy manager
You shall play the Carnegie Hall»
I gotta give up my day job
To become a heartthrob
I may go far if I smash my guitar
Away for the weekend
I’ve gotta play some one-night stands
Six for the tax man, and one for the band
Back in the studio to make our latest number one
Take two-hundred-and-seventy-six
You know, this used to be fun