Pull My Strings
I'm tired of self respect
I can't afford a car
I wanna be a prefab superstar
I wanna be a tool
Don't need no soul
Wanna make big money
Playing rock and roll
I'll make my music boring
I'll play my music slow
I ain't no artist, i'm a business man
No ideas of my own
I won't offend
Or rock the boat
Just *** and drugs
And rock and roll
Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool
My payola!
Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool
My payola!
You'll pay ten bucks to see me
On a fifteen foot high stage
Fatass bouncers kick the ****t
Out of kids who try to dance
If my friends say
I've lost my guts
I'll laugh and say
That's rock and roll
But there's just one problem#
Chorus
Is my **** big enough
Is my brain small enough
For you to make me a star
Give me a toot, i'll sell you my soul
Pull my strings and i'll go far
And when i'm rich
And meet bob hope
We'll shoot some golf
And shoot some *** *
Is my **** big enough?
Is my brain small enough?
Repeat chorus, etc. etc