Well I loved the lone Ranger, and I loved that Dennis Law
Him and George Best, they sure knew how to kick a ball
I wanted to be a cowboy, and I learned to crack a whip
Stand up in that lonely street, two six guns on my hip
Along the mighty Beatles came, and everyone went ah
They could play and sing and everything, and of course that John could draw
Well that was it for me, I never once looked back
Tricks to learn and waves to catch, I had a plan of attack
Are you looking at me
Are you looking at me
Are you looking at me
Are you looking at me pal