Put a ribbon 'round my neck
of dreams I used to dream
I will sail away on seas of silver and gold
Give me a guitar and I'll be your troubadour
12th century door to door
if that feeling is past will it last
and I'll be your rock and roll queen
Your 20th century cover of a magazine
Rolling Stone here I come,
I'm singing, I'm singing my song
and I'll be your Glastonbury star
everyone knows who you are
Singing songs about dreams
about hopes about schemes
Ooohhh, they just came true
Then there's nothing left to do
Let's start a band, let's start a band
Let's start a band, let's start a band
Then there's nothing left to do
Let's start a band, let's start a band
Let's start a band, let's start a band
Then there's nothing left to do
Let's start a band, let's start a band
Let's start a band, let's start a band
Then there's nothing left