I never was a cool kid
No one ever really gave a damn what I did
I liked to party but I never got invited
Alone again, so me, myself and I
Tried karaoke
But they told me I was only ok
I guess I never shoulda sang Beyoncé or MJ
So I dropped the mic
Oh, yeah
All the people in the bar turned round and stared
I was on my knees and whipping round my hair
And I knew that I was winning
Close my eyes and see the crowd
But my fingers don’t make any sound
My air guitar
I keep it with me night and day
You won’t believe the way that I can play
My air guitar, air guitar
Like this
(Bom chicka wah wah)
In my head I am a rockstar
And I probably date a popstar
A popstar and a model on the side
I know I’ll never make it
But tonight I’m good enough to fake it
Bend an imaginary string and break it, replace it
In the backstage of my mind
But I know my friends
All think I’m living such a lie
But the lie they think I’m living gets me high
It’s the gift that keeps on giving
Close my eyes and see the crowd
But my fingers don’t make any sound
My air guitar
Jimmy Page and Brian May
Won’t believe the way that I can play
My air guitar, air guitar
Like this
You think there’s nothing there
It’s simply made of air
You laugh but you’re just scared
Try it, if you dare
Air guitar
Air guitar
I take it with me everywhere
Yeah, but you don’t even know it’s there
My air guitar, air guitar
Close my eyes and see the crowd
But my fingers don’t make any sound
My air guitar
I keep it with me night and day
You won’t believe the way that I can play
My air guitar, air guitar
Like this
Like this
