| Song | Guitar Street |
| Artist | Chris Rea |
| Album | King of the Beach |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Rea | |
| There's a crazy sense of duty | |
| As he licks between his fingers | |
| Wipes the ketchup from his face and hands | |
| There's a strong determination | |
| That his teachers never witnessed | |
| Never close enough to understand | |
| He's like a bull just bred for fighting | |
| He don't deliver nothing | |
| Outside the only thing that he knows | |
| School report just says he's lazy | |
| His brother says he's crazy | |
| But take a look 'cos there he goes | |
| Through the avenues of fashion | |
| To the palaces of dreams | |
| All the way down | |
| Guitar Street | |
| To some guitars are hot-rods | |
| All along the quest for macho | |
| To others a would-be ticket out of town | |
| For Joe a six-string sten gun | |
| In the 'Panto-revolution' | |
| And Stevie's all just strictly sound | |
| He's like a bull just bred for fighting | |
| He don't deliver nothing | |
| Outside the only thing that he knows | |
| School report just says he's lazy | |
| His brother says he's crazy | |
| But anyway take a look 'cos there he goes | |
| Through the avenues of fashion | |
| To the palaces of dreams | |
| All the way down | |
| Guitar Street |
| zuo ci : Rea | |
| There' s a crazy sense of duty | |
| As he licks between his fingers | |
| Wipes the ketchup from his face and hands | |
| There' s a strong determination | |
| That his teachers never witnessed | |
| Never close enough to understand | |
| He' s like a bull just bred for fighting | |
| He don' t deliver nothing | |
| Outside the only thing that he knows | |
| School report just says he' s lazy | |
| His brother says he' s crazy | |
| But take a look ' cos there he goes | |
| Through the avenues of fashion | |
| To the palaces of dreams | |
| All the way down | |
| Guitar Street | |
| To some guitars are hotrods | |
| All along the quest for macho | |
| To others a wouldbe ticket out of town | |
| For Joe a sixstring sten gun | |
| In the ' Pantorevolution' | |
| And Stevie' s all just strictly sound | |
| He' s like a bull just bred for fighting | |
| He don' t deliver nothing | |
| Outside the only thing that he knows | |
| School report just says he' s lazy | |
| His brother says he' s crazy | |
| But anyway take a look ' cos there he goes | |
| Through the avenues of fashion | |
| To the palaces of dreams | |
| All the way down | |
| Guitar Street |
| zuò cí : Rea | |
| There' s a crazy sense of duty | |
| As he licks between his fingers | |
| Wipes the ketchup from his face and hands | |
| There' s a strong determination | |
| That his teachers never witnessed | |
| Never close enough to understand | |
| He' s like a bull just bred for fighting | |
| He don' t deliver nothing | |
| Outside the only thing that he knows | |
| School report just says he' s lazy | |
| His brother says he' s crazy | |
| But take a look ' cos there he goes | |
| Through the avenues of fashion | |
| To the palaces of dreams | |
| All the way down | |
| Guitar Street | |
| To some guitars are hotrods | |
| All along the quest for macho | |
| To others a wouldbe ticket out of town | |
| For Joe a sixstring sten gun | |
| In the ' Pantorevolution' | |
| And Stevie' s all just strictly sound | |
| He' s like a bull just bred for fighting | |
| He don' t deliver nothing | |
| Outside the only thing that he knows | |
| School report just says he' s lazy | |
| His brother says he' s crazy | |
| But anyway take a look ' cos there he goes | |
| Through the avenues of fashion | |
| To the palaces of dreams | |
| All the way down | |
| Guitar Street |