| Song | Guitar Star |
| Artist | Alvin Stardust |
| Album | The Untouchable |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Well I went to a jam with the best in the land | |
| Had to show what they could say | |
| There were trombones, sidephones every kind of saxaphone | |
| Itching every chance to play | |
| In a corner stood a guy looking kinda shy | |
| Carrying a guitar case | |
| But then somebody said "It's your turn son" | |
| And that's when he hit the place | |
| He went | |
| Everyone stood up - cos they had to see | |
| Who the heck was making noise | |
| Everyone agreed - he's a guitar star | |
| Cos we should know the men from boys | |
| "You gotta play you gotta play son | |
| "Son you gotta play all night" | |
| Now that's what I call finger lickin' pickin' chicken yeah | |
| Back home country style | |
| ("Got a job anytime you want it boy") | |
| Well somebody said "He's way out ahead | |
| "Cos nobody plays that fast" | |
| The record man there nearly blew his hair | |
| He never heard a sound like that | |
| "Jimmy won't you sign sign on the line | |
| "Tell me what you want from me" | |
| He said to be a star "I wanna be a star" oh oh yeah! | |
| Oh Jump! Jump! Jump Jimmy jump | |
| Well he just stood there, walking up and down | |
| Like my mate John Skelly. | |
| Oh it's finger licking working so hard | |
| Ooh! Lay it on! Play it! Someone's got to .here | |
| Do, do it!.. do it again | |
| Come on , Rattle Em!' | |
| Yeah, lay it on down! | |
| Hey you gotta give this boy a chance - man | |
| Come on down here and sign him up | |
| Oh! There he goes again | |
| This has got to be a hit record I'm sure | |
| Oh scramble them fingers Johnny! |
| Well I went to a jam with the best in the land | |
| Had to show what they could say | |
| There were trombones, sidephones every kind of saxaphone | |
| Itching every chance to play | |
| In a corner stood a guy looking kinda shy | |
| Carrying a guitar case | |
| But then somebody said " It' s your turn son" | |
| And that' s when he hit the place | |
| He went | |
| Everyone stood up cos they had to see | |
| Who the heck was making noise | |
| Everyone agreed he' s a guitar star | |
| Cos we should know the men from boys | |
| " You gotta play you gotta play son | |
| " Son you gotta play all night" | |
| Now that' s what I call finger lickin' pickin' chicken yeah | |
| Back home country style | |
| " Got a job anytime you want it boy" | |
| Well somebody said " He' s way out ahead | |
| " Cos nobody plays that fast" | |
| The record man there nearly blew his hair | |
| He never heard a sound like that | |
| " Jimmy won' t you sign sign on the line | |
| " Tell me what you want from me" | |
| He said to be a star " I wanna be a star" oh oh yeah! | |
| Oh Jump! Jump! Jump Jimmy jump | |
| Well he just stood there, walking up and down | |
| Like my mate John Skelly. | |
| Oh it' s finger licking working so hard | |
| Ooh! Lay it on! Play it! Someone' s got to . here | |
| Do, do it!.. do it again | |
| Come on , Rattle Em!' | |
| Yeah, lay it on down! | |
| Hey you gotta give this boy a chance man | |
| Come on down here and sign him up | |
| Oh! There he goes again | |
| This has got to be a hit record I' m sure | |
| Oh scramble them fingers Johnny! |
| Well I went to a jam with the best in the land | |
| Had to show what they could say | |
| There were trombones, sidephones every kind of saxaphone | |
| Itching every chance to play | |
| In a corner stood a guy looking kinda shy | |
| Carrying a guitar case | |
| But then somebody said " It' s your turn son" | |
| And that' s when he hit the place | |
| He went | |
| Everyone stood up cos they had to see | |
| Who the heck was making noise | |
| Everyone agreed he' s a guitar star | |
| Cos we should know the men from boys | |
| " You gotta play you gotta play son | |
| " Son you gotta play all night" | |
| Now that' s what I call finger lickin' pickin' chicken yeah | |
| Back home country style | |
| " Got a job anytime you want it boy" | |
| Well somebody said " He' s way out ahead | |
| " Cos nobody plays that fast" | |
| The record man there nearly blew his hair | |
| He never heard a sound like that | |
| " Jimmy won' t you sign sign on the line | |
| " Tell me what you want from me" | |
| He said to be a star " I wanna be a star" oh oh yeah! | |
| Oh Jump! Jump! Jump Jimmy jump | |
| Well he just stood there, walking up and down | |
| Like my mate John Skelly. | |
| Oh it' s finger licking working so hard | |
| Ooh! Lay it on! Play it! Someone' s got to . here | |
| Do, do it!.. do it again | |
| Come on , Rattle Em!' | |
| Yeah, lay it on down! | |
| Hey you gotta give this boy a chance man | |
| Come on down here and sign him up | |
| Oh! There he goes again | |
| This has got to be a hit record I' m sure | |
| Oh scramble them fingers Johnny! |