Na Na Na Songtext
von Cozy Powell

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

When I was a kid, my old man said to me
"When you grow up son what′s it gonna be?
You gonna go to school and get a degree?
Or you gonna go work in a factory?"
I said, "Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na"

I know what I want and I know what I can
And I wanna get a job in a rock n roll band

Well, the man at the desk said
"I know how you feel
But how'd ya like a job fixin′ automobiles
Your card says you got no musical training"
I said, "Hey, look man
You just don't get my meaning"


I don't wanna be no guitar star
And the man on the piano works too damn hard
And the bass man he don′t cop for no glamour
I wanna be the man with the fifty pound hammer goin′ (goin')

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

I know you get your kicks
Playing Hendrix licks
You′re a wizard of Wembley Central
You're the J. S. Bach of Belsize park
And me I′m just plain mental

But when I play my boogie
When I play my blues
It's like a whole tank regiment on the move
You can play the notes, you can tell the story
Me I′ll just settle for the power and the glory

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na


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Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
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Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
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