but it might get loud

well babe, you're proud

but it might get loud

sitting by your side

i'm on a high cloud

trying to choose

will i play pop or the electric blues?

well, with nothing to lose

my blue suede shoes,

hitting the road

on overdrive and overload,

searching for the next episode,

are growing old.

playing clubs all night

long before first daylight

smoke hanging thick in the air

i'm climbing the back stair

to hell or heaven 

jumping off on floor eleven.

well babe, you're out of sight

but it might not be right

or wrong,

as i play my song

full of life with power

hour after hour.

well babe, you're proud

but it might get loud

sitting by your side

i'm on a high cloud

trying to choose

will i play pop or the electric blues?

well, with nothing to lose

my blue suede shoes,

hitting the road

on overdrive and overload,

searching for the next episode,

are growing old.