| Song | Last Of The New Wave Riders |
| Artist | Utopia |
| Album | Adventures In Utopia |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Powell, Rundgren, Sulton ... | |
| The last of the new wave riders | |
| Will be the first of the new age masters | |
| Pick up your arms was the call | |
| So i packed up my fender and ran down the hall | |
| Back to the fields and forests | |
| Now i am one of them | |
| "turn on the power" cried the army of sound | |
| And the hum of the amps shook the trees and the ground | |
| And like a single man we cranked up the knobs | |
| And a thousand guitars sang our national anthem | |
| We captured the whole human race | |
| There was nowhere to hide, playing filled every space | |
| Jamming the world back into place | |
| Everyone a star | |
| We hit the supreme overload | |
| And the great amplifier began to explode | |
| The smoke is slowly clearing away | |
| And the whole universe is a giant guitar | |
| (here comes that silver surfer now) |
| zuo ci : Powell, Rundgren, Sulton ... | |
| The last of the new wave riders | |
| Will be the first of the new age masters | |
| Pick up your arms was the call | |
| So i packed up my fender and ran down the hall | |
| Back to the fields and forests | |
| Now i am one of them | |
| " turn on the power" cried the army of sound | |
| And the hum of the amps shook the trees and the ground | |
| And like a single man we cranked up the knobs | |
| And a thousand guitars sang our national anthem | |
| We captured the whole human race | |
| There was nowhere to hide, playing filled every space | |
| Jamming the world back into place | |
| Everyone a star | |
| We hit the supreme overload | |
| And the great amplifier began to explode | |
| The smoke is slowly clearing away | |
| And the whole universe is a giant guitar | |
| here comes that silver surfer now |
| zuò cí : Powell, Rundgren, Sulton ... | |
| The last of the new wave riders | |
| Will be the first of the new age masters | |
| Pick up your arms was the call | |
| So i packed up my fender and ran down the hall | |
| Back to the fields and forests | |
| Now i am one of them | |
| " turn on the power" cried the army of sound | |
| And the hum of the amps shook the trees and the ground | |
| And like a single man we cranked up the knobs | |
| And a thousand guitars sang our national anthem | |
| We captured the whole human race | |
| There was nowhere to hide, playing filled every space | |
| Jamming the world back into place | |
| Everyone a star | |
| We hit the supreme overload | |
| And the great amplifier began to explode | |
| The smoke is slowly clearing away | |
| And the whole universe is a giant guitar | |
| here comes that silver surfer now |