Superstar

When you wake up in the morning
And there’s an ocean in your chest
When you’re trying to find the answers
While everybody’s getting rest
When your balding daddy tells you
You’d better find another way
But you can’t hear what he is saying
Because of rhythm in your brain
When the music’s going through you
So you can feel it on your teeth
When the sound is getting louder
You can take a deeper breath
When the hooker’s smiling for you
While you’re playing your guitar
I wanna tell you, something babe
You’re gonna be a superstar
When the night comes to the city
And you put on your better shoes
Every babe and every hippie
Wanna make your name tattoos
When you hold your Stratocaster
And your lip touches microphone
Every priest and every bastard
Now will find his holy home
When the music’s going through you
So you can feel it on your teeth
When the sound is getting louder
You can take a deeper breath
When the hooker’s smiling for you
While you’re playing your guitar
I wanna tell you, something babe
You’re gonna be a superstar