Look at that autograph, look at his hair,
I love his guitar, he's smoking
I never forget those nameless years,
street sounds swirling through my mind, trouble was
often in the air, so we fought to forget our despair,
cause I'm a street player, and I'll
play you a song, play me a song,
play me a song, my heart and soul, will carry
Street corners and billiard halls
Cause I'm a street singer
Play me a song, play me a song
Hit men and thieves, many a brawl
But as you can see, I still stand tall
It was such a small space in time I
never knew that I would find
A mu sical path for all to see
I'm a street player, I'm a street player,
Yeah, cause I'm a street player,
Hey, it may be, and maybe I'm wrong,
but as you can see, I still stand tall
It was such a small space in time,
I never knew that I would find
A mu sical path for all to see, anxiety into ecstasy,
The people love you so, don't let them down,
play your guitar, play that funky music child.
You don't love your soul,
play that funky music child
I'm a street player, let me play you a
I'm a street player, let me play you a
I'm bit hot, but that's what you give me for hot