| I’ll be strummin' my axe in a basement dive with my totally kick-ass band!
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| When an army of A&R men will arrive with pens and contracts in hand!
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| And they’ll whisk me away in a big, black car
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| And the record execs, and the girls from PR
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| They’ll know from the start what a major league star I will be!
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| Just wait and see!
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| When I climb to the top of Mount Rock
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| And I’m there, staring down from the heights
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| With the crowd at my feet and a 7-inch bulge
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| And my lizard skin spandex tights
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| I’ll dive off the edge straight into a crowd that’s screamin my name out loud
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| And the gates will unlock
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| At the top of Mount Rock!
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| I’ll be blowin' out amps, playin stadium shows
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| I’m a sold out gontcic tour!
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| And I’ll blister the ears of the first thousand rows
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| And leave while they beg for more!
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| Then I’ll pop the champagne and the party will rage
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| No brown M&M's in my green room backstage
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| Bigger than Hedrix, and Clapton, and Page!
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| And the rest
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| The all time best!
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| When I climb to the top of Mount Rock
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| And I’m perched at the upper-most peak
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| With a leigon of groupies all dukin' it out
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| For my chiseled wreck god phisque
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| And I’ll scatter hit singles all over the land with my 12 Grammys in hand
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| Watch the fan-boys all flock!
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| At the top of Mount Rock
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| The doubters
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| And the haters
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| And the hipsters
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| Let em laugh
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| Soon they’ll all be beggin' for my roadies' autograph
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| I know my time is comin'
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| Well, I hope my time is comin'
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| I’m pretty sure it’s comin' any day!
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| Once they hear me play!
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| Then the dreams I had since the day I turned 10 will be finally coming true
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| And no one will call me a loser again
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| Or tell me what I can’t do!
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| So I’ll hold my head high and keep strummin' those strings
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| And grab any chance that my destiny brings
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| I’ll rise and I’ll rise and I’ll rise
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| And the wings of my soul
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| Up where I belong!
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| And I’ll climb to the top of Mount Rock
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| And be part of that heavenly scene
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| With Odin and Zeus on the base and the drums
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| And Thor playin' tamborine
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| And Amos and Janice and Kurt will appear
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| And Jesus will toss me a beer
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| And we’ll jam 'round the clock!
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| At the top of Mount Rock
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| At the top of Mount Rock
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| At the top of Mount Rock! |