D {riff} GFF
Friday night, I'm on my way home
D {riff}
They oughta make work a crime
GF
I'm home for the weekend
D {riff}
I'm gonna make the most of my time
GFD {riff}
There's a rock-and-roll singer on the television
GFD {riff}
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 mum
The big break better happen soon
'Cause I'm pushing twenty-one
G
Just like Cinderella
EbC
When she just couldn't go to the ball
G
A voice said, 'I'm your fairy manager
EbC
You shall play at Carnegie Hall.'
GEbC
Gotta give up my day job
GEbC
To become a heartthrob
GEbCGEbDDDDDDD
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
{Bass solo}
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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
Deserted Rock and roll to try to save his soul
{approx. riff arr. for guitar}
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