Friday night I'm on my way home. They oughta make work a crime. 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 his soul. 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. Monday morning I just got home. Six and the birds are singing. I need a drink and my clothes are wet. Ooh and my ears are still ringing. There's a rock and roll singer boppin' on the TV. He used to be a preacher but now he sings in a major key. Amended his decision to the new religion.