January 2 - Sex, drugs and Rock and Roll ...

When I was just a little tacker, and Elvis was the king

I sat spellbound for hours as the Beatles did their thing

I heard Lennon and McCartney, as they sang in harmony

At ten years old I knew it was a rock star's life for me

There was a minor hurdle though, well, major, I'm afraid

My dulcet tones could scare a deaf man from his hearing aid

But I'd belt them out, I did not care, who heard me near or far

Even better when protected by the windows of my car

I'd turn it up, sat at the lights, I'd croon with along with Taylor

James would work to do his best, he was no match for this sailor

And Carly Simon, she not so vain, wrote songs about herself

And William Shakespeare (the other one) sang songs about an elf

With Albert Hammond I sang along, about a girl down by a river

Newcastle's Screaming Jets, sang a song that they called "Shiver"

It's always been eclectic, what I like and what I hate

Billy Ray makes me cringe, but Eric Clapton's great

 

There's nothing that Mark Knoffler could not do with his guitar

Mick Fleetwood did a "selfie", so he could be the star

Stevie Wright was once an Easybeat, till he fell down from his perch

And country music touches me, especially Eric Church

Mama Cass could belt them out, John Phillips he got high

Was Michelle so very sexy? Yep. Denny Doherty will tell you why

The Birds, the Kinks, the Rolling Stones, Cold Chisel they did "East"

That chick who sang about the boat, Cecile, it's her I like the least

 

Meatloaf he once rocked the world, but Elton's still a star

To Bernie Taupin's lyrics, I'd sing in any bar

To David Essex I sang along, as he urged you to "Hold me close"

With Aussie Crawl I had your daughters, up on the northern coast.

Let it be, Stand by me, songs of death and tragedy

Song of love, of raw desire, come on baby, light my fire

Darius was a Blowfish who craved to hold your hand

Paul Simon without his once best mate, he sang about Gracelands

INXS blew us all away, til Michael's night went wrong

Bon Scott drank himself to death, he's remembered in a song

Nick Cave sang of depth and despair, Shirl's flying took a dive

The Bee Gees put it in a song, but not all are "Stayin' Alive"

The girls they threw their underwear, offered themselves for free

Even to the old blokes, Mick and Keith, they cried "pick me"

Rod wedded and he bedded, and he sang of Maggie May

And Dobie prayed his mojo would not just drift away

We all adored our rock gods, as they strutted 'bout the stage

Our tastes matured, refined, developed, like wine, improved with age

Good muso's brought us pleasure, the great ones moved our soul

But what did they have in common? Sex, drugs and rock and roll

Apollo Bradfield: Sex and drugs and rock n roll