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