I had just stepped out of my high school shoes wondering what a guy like me is supposed to do In the hustle and the bustle of the status quo All the beggars seem to knock at my door All I can see, they're needing for—Hey, you know him His name is "Matsumoto" and he's jammin' on the guitar Where do we go? ONE-O-NINE-O We have to go ONE-O-NINE-O I'm a slave to the world, such a tiresome trick, hanging at the guitar shop Seem to lick the quick, and maybe half of the world would like to be in my place Surrounded by guitars, I'm in this inner space, and to be a star, that wouldn't be so bad Well, a spoon full of that, if even only I had to make a single impression Where do we go? ONE-O-NINE-O We have to go ONE-O-NINE-O Where do we go? ONE-O-NINE-O We have to go ONE-O-NINE-O On every face, until it comes back around... When we're rockin' the place, now, which will you choose? But if you're like me, all you have to do... Is raise your guitar #1090 to the sky... Where do we go? ONE-O-NINE-O We have to go ONE-O-NINE-O...