So What

He was just 17 when he left the mainstream
Two fingers to the world and a music machine
Up a peg down a peg it really didn't matter
Clinging to a rung at the bottom of the ladder
Caution to the wind the worst of advice
Time on his hands but he didn't think twice
The prospect of reaching the top of the world
The money, the money, the money, the girls

All the times he fell as he led the merry dance
Didn't dull the appetite the drive or romance
Lady Luck had left but he swore that he would have her
She said that he was mad but he wanted to be madder
The boy in his head getting stronger and bolder
And telling him to freak before he got any older
He could have joined in with the family song
But the horses had bolted and dragged him along

So what in God's name do you think you're doing
A baby in the cradle and another one brewing
Smoke rising fast from the strings on your fiddle
The candle burning out at the ends and the middle
Scratching around for fortune and fame
The whistle blows time for the end of the game
Sent to the line for trying to play dirty
Strung out and worn out before you're 30

Faced with what could be a very long life
He's gathered the kids and married the wife
The fame and the fortune have forgotten to follow
But run off instead in the arms of another
Damned if he won't just jack it all in
Roll back the years and start out again
Hitch up a ride on the cosy mainstream
Bowing to the world with his music machine

So what…
So what…