GOD sits in a big chair gives a look of austere Says to little junior, before you play Did you do your homework, pa** in all your papers You could be the president someday But when the truth comes to light He may want to play guitar When the truth comes to light He may move to Hollywood to be a star Johnny's in the cla**room staring out the window Dreams of playing music in a band Teacher tries to tell him What about your future You don't seem to want to understand But when the truth comes to light He may want to play guitar When the truth comes to light He may move to Hollywood to be a star When the fires burning bright Deep within the heart Best to fan the flame right from the start Bought himself a Chevy Moved to California Played in clubs on Sunset Blvd There he was discovered Signed and then uncovered You can do whats burning in your heart When the truth came to light Yea, he just played guitar When the truth came to light He moved to Hollywood to be a STAR