Wasted Youth - Meat Loaf

I remember everything!

I remember every little thing as if it only happened yesterday

I was barely seventeen, and I once killed a boy with a fender guitar

I don’t remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster

But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome, and a voice like a horny angel

I don’t remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster

But I do remember that it wasn’t at all easy

It required the perfect combination of the right power chords

And the precise angle from which to strike!

The guitar bled for about a week afterwards

And the blood was zoot, dark and rich, like wild berries

The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red

The guitar bled for about a week afterwards

But it rung out beautifully

And I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before

So I took my guitar

And I smashed it against the wall

I smashed it against the floor

I smashed it againt the body of a varsity cheerleader

Smashed it against the hood of a car

Smashed it against a 1981 Harley-Davidson

The Harley howled in pain

The guitar howled in heat

And I ran upstairs to my parents bedroom

Mummy and Daddy were sleeping quietly in the moonlight

Slowly I opened the door

Creeping into the shadows right up to the foot of their bed

I raised the guitar high above my head

And just as I was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of

the bed

My father woke up, screaming «STOP!»

«Wait a minute, stop it boy!

What do you think you’re doing?»

«That's no way to treat an expensive musical instrument!»

And I said «God damn it, Daddy!»

«You know I love you, but you’ve got a hell of a lot to learn about Rock 'n'

Roll!»