If you only lived next door to a heavy metal shop
A purveyor of all things good in pop and rock
You could turn your amp up all the way to seventeen
And rock right out all night without the neighbours complaining

What a dream! What a dream that would be!

When you broke a string, just a short walk to get that fixed
The friendly shopkeeper opens up his shop of tricks
In his leather welder's apron that says "metal dad" on it
He will stroke his goatee-d chin, take payment in guitar riffs

What a dream! What a dream of what can never be!
Cos you don't. No you don't, your flat overlooks an Aldi.
It can't be, it can't be, all you see's a store with carpark
Life is not kind, and it can prove surprisingly dark