His first guitar was a 'hand down' from his Old Rocker Daddy, it brought fame and fortune, and is now the star of every show.

Well my first guitar was a hand-down from my Daddy, When he taught me how to play vintage Rock and Roll, But the neighbours soon complained about my jamming, So I grabbed myself a pitch, down the Mall. Then my friends joined in, the kids all started jiving, And before long we had formed ourselves a band, From far and wide, new fans kept on arriving, As we spread the message in our home-made song: DONT KNOCK THE ROCK! Its the sound of liberation. DONT KNOCK THE ROCK! Its a cause for celebration. DONT KNOCK THE ROCK! Its for every generation. Lets put the word out, loud and strong ROCK LIVES ON! Well I wish hed lived long enough to see us make it, But I lost him shortly before we found our fame, Still his old guitar has become our lucky mascot, And Id swear hes always there, when were playin. Now the worlds our stage, the wheels are really turning, Because everybody loves a rocking band, And we wind up every gig with Daddys guitar. As I lead back to the song where we began: DONT KNOCK THE ROCK! Its the sound of liberation. DONT KNOCK THE ROCK! Its a cause for celebration. DONT KNOCK THE ROCK! Its for every generation. Putting the word out, loud and strong ROCK LIVES ON! (instrumental break) DONT KNOCK THE ROCK! Its the sound of liberation. DONT KNOCK THE ROCK! Its a cause for celebration. DONT KNOCK THE ROCK! Its for every generation. Putting the word out, loud and strong ROCK LIVES ON! ...............................................................................