Legend

[A]Well someone find his manager
He's doin'[D] it again
[A]He's stumbled to the lobby
With his little Pep[E]si friend
There's no us[A]e trying to talk to him
It's drivi[D]n' round the bend

[A]I was hopin', after Friday,
we'd be [D]spared another bout
But if w[A]e don't get him back to bed
They're gonna thr[E]ow us out
When the mounties h[A]it the lobby
He starte[D]d to shout

(little riff)

And he said
Have you g[A]ot any idea
Who I th[E]ink I am
If you could s[G]ee me on the stage
 You'd [D]understand
[A]Fame and fortune's just a matter of time [E]
He's a leg[D]end in his own mi[A]nd

(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