WASTED YOUTH
Jim Steinman: Voice
Jeff Bova: Keyboards, Programming
  WASTED YOUTH

Wasted! Youth!
Wasted! Youth!

I remember everything!
I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday!
I was barely seventeen and I once killed a boy with a Fender guitar

I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster
But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome and a voice like a horny angel!
I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster
But I do remember that it wasn't at all easy
It required the perfect combination of the right power chords
And the precise angle from witch to strike

The guitar bled for about a week afterward
And the blood was ooh dark and rich—like wild berries
The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red
The guitar bled for about a week afterward but it rung out beautifully
And I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before

So I took my guitar and I smashed it against the wall
I smashed it against the floor
I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader
I smashed it against the hood of a car
I smashed it against a 1981 Harley Davidson

The Harley howled in pain!
The guitar howled in heat!

And I ran up the stairs to my parents' bedroom
Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
Slowly I opened the door creeping in the shadows
Right upon the foot of their bed
I raised the guitar high above my head
And just as I was about to bring the guitar
Crashing down upon the center of the bed my father woke up screaming:

"Stop! Wait a minute! Stop it boy!
What do you think you're doing?
That's no way to treat an expensive musical instrument!"

And I said: "God dammit, Daddy!
You know I love you… but you got a hell of a lot to learn about rock and roll!".