Mick Brady: Lyrics

I was sipping a beer in a little cafe

I was thinking to myself if I could come back some day

And I could be anything other than me

Now I don’t believe in reincarnation

But if it happened by some aberration

I think I know what I’d like to be

 

I wouldn’t mind being Keith Richard’s G-string

Up on stage in front of all those fans

Playing every night to a hundred thousand people

Ruby Tuesday, Street Fightin’ Man

I’d be strummed and I’d be picked

I’d be playing those famous licks

I’d be bent and I’d be stretched

Hammered-on and bottle-necked

 

It wouldn’t be an easy life

I'd be locked up in a case on long, long flights

Just me, Les Paul and E, A and D – and B and high E

But when the lights go down and the crowd is boppin'

And the music's loud and the band is rockin

Then I’d know I was where I wanted to be

 

I can see myself on a cool guitar

With this torn and tattered rock ‘n’ roll star

Tuned up, ready to go into action

Start Me Up, Tumblin’ Dice

It’s Only Rock ‘N’ Roll but it sure feels nice

Honky Tonk Women, getting’ so much Satisfaction