posted 09-09-2003 09:21 PM
So, In that spirit...........
"Pull My Strings"
(My Payola)
By: Dead Kennedys
I'm tired of self respect
I can't afford a car
I wanna be a pre-fab 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
So here we go with....Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool
My Payola!
Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool
My Payola!
You'll pay 90 bucks to see me
On a fifteen foot high stage
Fat@$$ bouncers kick the sh!+
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 c*ck 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
(Side bar)
And when I'm rich
And meet Bob Hope
We'll shoot some golf
And shoot some dope
Is my c*ck big enough?
Is my brain small enough?
For you..to make me... a star.
[Repeat chorus, etc. etc.]
Shut up and dance everybody.