Lyrics Jonathan Richman

Jonathan Richman

Fender Stratocaster

Born in the 50s looking so bold

Fender Stratocaster

Everythin' your parents hated about rock 'n 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 hotdog 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.

(Guitar)

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, well there's something about that sound.

Like gasoline in the sand

Fender Stratocaster

Like a motorcycle at a hotdog stand

Fender Fender Fender

Like the Dunkin Donuts in Matapan(?)

Fender Stratocaster

Like the Thrifty Drugs in Santa An'

Fender Fender Fender

Oh and the sound so thin it's barely there

Like a bitchy girl who just don't care

Fender Stratocaster, well 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, well there's something about that sound.

Oh Oh Oh Alright, etc.