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| My daddy was workin' nine to five |
| When my Momma was havin' me |
| By the time I was half alive |
| They knew what I was gonna be |
| But I left school and grew my hair |
| They didn't understand |
| They wanted me to be respected as |
| A doctor or a lawyer man |
| (But I had other plans) |
| CHORUS: |
| Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer |
| Gonna be a rock 'n' roll star |
| Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer |
| I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll |
| A rock 'n' roll star |
| Well I worked real hard and bought myself |
| A rock 'n' roll guitar |
| I gotta be on top some day |
| I wanna be a star |
| I can see my name in lights |
| And I can see the queue |
| I got the devil in my blood |
| Tellin' me what to do |
| And I'm all ears |
| REPEAT CHORUS |
| (I hear it pays well) |
| You can stick your nine to five livin' |
| And your collar and your tie |
| You can stick your moral standards |
| Cause it's, all a dirty lie |
| You can stick your golden handshake |
| And you can stick your silly rules |
| And all the other shit |
| That you teach to kids in school |
| Cause I ain't no fool |
| REPEAT CHORUS (twice) |
| Yes I are |