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Pull My Strings
(album: Give Me Convenience Or Give Me Death)
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 businessman
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...
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
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
Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool My payola!
Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool My Payola
