One, two, three, four. Over the northern border, up where it's always been, Out in the great white ocean, there lives a great large wind It blew around Katie's ankle, it blew all around her feet It blew her mind into the snowdrift, along the edges of the stream Katie did, Katie did, Katie did what had to be done Katie did, Katie did, what she did was wrong She ran down to the music, she ran down to the light Feel the drum beat moving her feet, it made her just as high as a kite She had been singing along with the record, pretending she was part of the band She had a pretty good ear, and luck was up her ear And she did it, she felt just grand She went down to Chicago, she went down to L.A. Sometimes no one listened, sometimes they did And sometimes she got to play And sometimes she'd miss her wheat field The sky like a big blue bowl The guitar would start talking to her heart The girl was meant to rock and roll Katie did, Katie did, Katie did what had to be done Katie did, Katie did, Katie did what had to be done Katie did, Katie did, Katie did what had to be done Katie did, Katie did, Katie did what had to be done Katie did, Katie did, Katie did what had to be done Katie did, Katie did, Katie did what had to be done