pull my strings
verse 1:
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-n-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 sex and drugs
and rock-n-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
fat ass bouncers kick the shit
out of kids who try to dance
and when they say i've lost my touch
i'll laugh adn say that's rock-n-roll
but there's just one problem....
is my cock 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 dope