| Late in the night in a smoky bar |
| A drunkard smashed down his twentieth jar |
| No one took notice of the broken guy |
| Who searched in vain for the reason why |
| His girl left him back ina bad constitution |
| And sometimeshe has the crazy illusion |
| Of a life in glamour, of a life in gold |
| Of a woman’s heat-but the stuff is cold |
| Rockstar, play rock n' roll |
| People love you million miles from home |
| Rockstar, belive your soul |
| Rock n' roll will lead you to the light |
| Later he unpacks his old guitar |
| He plays a song by the twenty-fifth jar |
| Cries the blues of a rotten life |
| A melody-a straw for survive |
| Now he’s famous, has a lot of money |
| He plays for a millions-ain't it funny? |
| His songs stay honestin spite of fame |
| The feeling in his heart remains the same… |
| Rockstar, play rock n' roll |
| People love you million miles from home |
| Rockstar, belive your soul |
| Rock n' roll will lead you to the light |