The intro is left out because the tab already up here is pretty accurate.
Thanks to Jimmy. May the barley harvest be good to you old friend.
This is what I want, I want all the punks to take to the streets
playing their guitars
This is what I want
It's what I want
This is what I want: Black kids and white kids sharing all the songs
that their grandmamma's taught 'em
This is what I want
It's what I want
And we'll play 'em on our horns, we'll bang em on our drums,
we'll play 'em on our guitars
on our guitars
Singing songs that our mothers sang to us when we were young,
or songs that we may remember reading
Songs we heard a stranger sing or humming on the streets
Songs we made up yesterday, on the porch, in the rain on our guitars
And we'll never sing a song we heard on your radio,
or a song someone else was paid to write or sing
and we'll never sing of sex or of the fakest kind of love,
those songs will not be played on our guitars
On our guitars On our guitars
And we'll play em on our horns, we'll bang em on our drums,
we'll play em on our guitars
On our guitars