"Fender Stratocaster" lyrics

Born in the fifties, looking so bold
Fender Stratocaster
Everything your parents hated about rock and roll
Fender Fender Fender

Wangin' and a-twangin', sounding so tough
Fender Stratocaster
And the kids in my corner, they can't get enough
Fender Fender Fender
Like the wind in your hair when the top is down
Like taillights headed for another town
Fender Stratocaster
Well, there's something about that sound

Like gasoline in the sand
Fender Stratocaster
Like a motorcycle at a hot dog stand
Fender Fender Fender
Like the Dunkin' Donuts in Mattapan
Fender Stratocaster
Like the Thrifty Drugs in Santa An'
Fender Fender Fender

Well, the sound is thin and the sound is cheap
Like a tin can falling on a dead end street
Fender Stratocaster
Well, there's something about that sound

Well, how can it sound so tough?
Fender Stratocaster
And it's made to be treated rough
Fender Fender Fender
It's got the ancient Egyptian script
Fender Stratocaster
It's got the wang bar from the crypt
Fender Fender Fender

Oh, you should have known it right off the bat
One look and you know it would sound like that
Fender Stratocaster
Oh, there's something about that sound

Like gasoline in the sand
Fender Stratocaster
Like a motorcycle at a hot dog stand
Fender Fender Fender
Like the Dunkin' Donuts in Mattapan
Fender Stratocaster
Like the Thrifty Drugs in Santa An'
Fender Fender Fender

Oh, and the sound's so thin that it's barely there
Like a bitchy girl who just don't care
Fender Stratocaster
Oh, there's something about that sound

Like Woo-Woo Ginsberg at the juke box joint
You hear the sound and you get the point
Fender Stratocaster
Something about that sound!

Oh, oh-oh, all right!
I said, oh, my God, one more time
Oh, wah-oh, oh oh!