A Well someone find his manager D He's doin' it again A He's stumbled to the lobby E With his little Pepsi friend A There's no use trying to talk to him D It's drivin' round the bend A I was hopin', after Friday, D we'd be spared another bout A But if we don't get him back to bed E They're gonna throw us out A When the mounties hit the lobby D He started to shout (little riff) And he said A Have you got any idea E Who I think I am G If you could see me on the stage D You'd understand A E Fame and fortune's just a matter of time D A He's a legend in his own mind (same chords as 1st verse and chorus) With hot blood and alcohol coursing through his veins A runaway stage coach with no one at the reins I've gotta hand it to him He's got more guts than brains Just said Kiss off Have you got any idea Who I think I am I'm a helluva guy I'm a one-man band Fame and fortune's just a matter of time He's a legend in his own mind Just go and ask him