There once was a man who’s name was Steven,
He played in a band called the Demons.
There was Steven, who played the guitar,
His parents believed he never would go far.
He was the nicest person you would ever meet,
But a normal job he could not keep
Playing in the band was his enjoyment
For he was not suitable for employment
His parents started to hate his company
He lived in their basement with no money
Once he had a normal occupation
Where he bussed tables at a truck station. .
He played in the garage all night long,
Until he found a way to write a song.
He is the lead singer in his band,
He loves to hold the microphone in his hand.
He had a girlfriend who loved him dear
But making commitment was his only fear.
Day and night he dreamt of becoming big,
Ever since he was a little kid.
He comes from Miami, as I understand
Where he rides the waves as best as he can
He was a guy with good intentions,
His parents were ashamed of him did I mention
For Steven was going nowhere in life
For living at home was his only strife
Listen everybody as I say
I’m going to tell a story I just may
The story I’m going to tell is about me,
And why I am on this train you will soon see.
I was twenty-eight and I was living,
With my parents ever since my beginning
I loved to write songs and play the guitar
At age twenty-eight I didn’t have a car
After graduation I did not go to school
My parents were ashamed and called me a fool
My hobbies were ridding the waves
On Miami summers for days and days
The guitar and...