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