Tars Of India - Norman Greenbaum

You wanna write songs, wanna be a singer

Get on stage, show 'em what you can do

You got some way to go, yeah, yes, and you know it

So you’re gonna spend lots of time in your room

Where you’re gonna play your guitar

Smoke the tars of India

Someday gonna be a star

Soon as what’s in you comes out

Listenin' to records, way people play

Fender pickin', blues lickin' all of the day

When the night comes you gotta try the loom

Shades drawn and door closed up in your room

Where you’re gonna play your guitar

Smoke the tars of India

Someday gonna be a star

Soon as what’s in you comes out

Well it’s finally hit you, got it on paper

You got it fixed up in your mind

When somebody asks you, «Say hey what’s shakin'?»

You won’t have to fake it thanks to the time

You spent playing your guitar

Smokin' the tars of India

Someday gonna be a star

Soon as what’s in you

Soon as what’s in you

Soon as, as soon as, soon as what’s in you comes out

Oh yeah, well