Meat Loaf — Wasted Youth

[Intro] Wasted Youth Wasted Youth [Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Bridge] So I took my guitar And I smashed it against the wall I smashed it against the floor I smashed it against 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 [Verse 3] 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!" [Outro] 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!"