Shepherds Rock

Lived a shepherd called Enrique Montesar

He would sit beneath the pine trees in the evening

Playing tunes upon his battered old guitar

He could hear a tune just once and play pitch perfect

No need to see the music written down

Then one day his old guitar was sadly broken

So he went to get a new one in the town

The salesman in the shop was on percentage

And he didn't want to sell him one that's cheap

He persuaded him to buy an axe electric

Upon which, he could serenade his sheep

So he strapped the new guitar across his shoulder

With an amplifier tucked beneath his arm

Looking like the cat that got himself the white stuff

As he trudged along the valley to his farm

Setting up the new guitar on the veranda

He rattled off some classics for a while

Then getting bored with all the Spanish music

Opted for a subtle change of style

Starting with Santana on to Clapton

Guns n Roses, ac/dc, then Hendrix

This shepherd boy was suddenly addicted

And every day he had to have his fix

Now you'll find him in the town most every evening

As he plays rock music to the loving crowd

From Nirvana through to kiss and Iron maiden

Rocking out the heavy metal, good and loud