Tytuł: Pull My Strings

• Wykonawca: Dead Kennedys
• Wyświetleń: 212

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 sex 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 shit
  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 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
  
  Is my cock big enough?
  Is my brain small enough?
  [Repeat chorus, etc. etc.]