Soon, soon, soon
We’ll be walking on streets of gold
Boom, boom, boom
But now they’re coming with their wrecking ball
They’re gonna build more high street shops
They will demolish our guitar store
But then who’s gonna rock your soul?
Who’s gonna rock your soul?
Yeah who’s gonna rock your soul when the bands are gone?

Turn the page
I wanna hear that sweet story again
Tin Pan days
It was the time when poor boys and girls
Could turn their visions into gems
And now these memories will be swept away

And then who’s gonna rock your soul?
Who’s gonna rock your soul?
Yeah who’s gonna rock your soul when the bands are gone?

When the bands are gone
When the bands are gone
When the bands are gone
When the bands are gone

Well if you don’t wanna spend another Friday home
Just swiping on your mobile phone
Binging crappy TV shows
Then lace up your Docs and come along
I’ve got a spare ticket to the front row
We just gotta make it to the first support
We just gotta make it
We just gotta make it
We just gotta make it

One two three
I bet your troubles now look so thin
Crash boom bang
The fucking world outside can fall apart
D’you think this roof needs to be blown?
How ‘bout we blow it with guitars and drums?

Now who’s gonna rock your soul?
Who’s gonna rock your soul?
Yeah who’s gonna rock your soul when the bands are gone?

When the bands are gone
When the bands are gone
When the bands are gone
When the bands are gone

Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!
Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!
Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!
Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!
When the bands are gone

Written by Harvey Springfield © 2021