The last of the new wave riders
   Will be the first of the new age masters
  
   Pick up your arms was the call
   So I packed up my Fender and ran down the hall
   Back to the fields and forests
   Now I am one of them
   "Turn on the power" cried the army of sound
   And the hum of the amps shook the trees and the ground
   And like a single man we cranked up the knobs
   And a thousand guitars sang our national anthem
  
   We captured the whole human race
   There was nowhere to hide, playing filled every space
   Jamming the world back into place
   Everyone a star
  
   We hit the supreme overload
   And the great amplifier began to explode
   The smoke is slowly clearing away
   And the whole universe is a giant guitar
  
   (Here comes that silver surfer now)