Air Guitar - Drapht

See I’m trying to explain what I do on the daily

to ladies and gentlemen stuck in the eighties,

stuck in the Brady Bunch, they look at me crazy

cos I ain’t playing the drums or the ukelele.

Nah, maybe I play the bass or maybe

I’m payed to take Jake like Ricky Gervais

and just stand up, demand your hands up

only understand if you ain’t a fan of Hannah Montana.

Gotta laugh when they ask what my name is.

«You're famous, I know that band that you play in.»

«Who?

Me?

Nah that ain’t me.

Wrong Drapht,

I’ve been making my mark for playing air guitar.»

(Make more noise than heavy metal)

Disregarding me being an artist.

Didn’t want to see me start playing the air guitar.

I play the air guitar.

And if anyone ask you, listen up, on their behalf,

I play the air guitar.

I play the air guitar.

Step on stage, the fans are rough

cos I move like Chuck Barry and Angus Young,

Genghis Khan killer with an invisible lacks.

You’re living with Frank Zappa with a rhythm of Slash.

You riddle me this, little pivotal clap.

Those rats have called me wigging out,

listening to me rap.

Uh, ok, back in the day.

Remember back then?

Didn’t sound like back in the stage, we didn’t have an accent.

I had an accent, yeah, I had an accent.

Sounded like the way that I spoke.

And that was acting?

From a grapher to rap and I born the beat

I wanted to be a DJ, but scratching it wasn’t cheap,

so I rapped to an industry, more of a convention.

Didn’t have an instrument, you didn’t get a mention.

Ok a scene won’t last aha yeah I get it,

You rather me play the air guitar.

Disregarding me being an artist.

Didn’t want to see me start playing the air guitar.

I play the air guitar.

And if anyone ask you, listen up, on their behalf,

I play the air guitar.

I play the air guitar.

I play the air guitar!

See, I got people tearing down the walls.

Crowd surfer like listening to rock and roll.

The whole crowd is boxed in, head banging like boxing

Danny Green, you lost it soon as the beat drops in.

Knocks him off the feet gots to have it.

Rocking him back and then forth, complete madness.

You can imagine a man-made way people dance

and on site like it’s Hussain’s grave.

And my irrate neighbours hating me doing this.

Three AM and still playing my music.

«Enough!

You gotta stop turning it up!»

«Nah, nah, you know that ain’t me.

I play the air guitar»

(Make more noise than heavy metal)

Disregarding me being an artist.

Didn’t want to see me start playing the air guitar.

I play the air guitar.

And if anyone ask you, listen up, on their behalf,

I play the air guitar.

I play the air guitar.

I play the air guitar!