Sanoja: The Weekend. 80's Rockstar.

You used to rock me in your acid wash jeans, 1983. You with your big hair, girls would throw you their underwear, I was only old enough to stare...and wish you were mine. Oh you were my rock and roll dream, staring back at me from every magazine. I was in love with your hairspray, your spandex and rebel ways. I just couldn't wait to see you play. But just look at you today... my eighties rockstar, they wonder where you are. Wish you were here with me, instead of on the street. My eighties rockstar, they thought you'd go real far. Well you made and lost your fortune by the time your second album came and fell. Spent it all on your fast drugs, your fast girls, your fast cars. When the nineties came you sold your last guitar. Now you're washed out and lonely and tired, and there's not much left to you to admire. And you gave the world everything you had and were left with nothing now how about that? My eighties rockstar, they wonder where you are....well now you're here with me, instead of on the street.