Songwriters: DRYDEN, SPENCER

Well the word was out on the street today 
All the friends that I'd met would have to say 
While your records line the shelves 
You're fighting amongst yourselves 
That's a [bad word] of a lot of dues for you to pay 
Well the word my friend you know is on the street 
It's on the lips of everyone I meet 
While you're climbin up the chart 
Your band just fell apart 
I guess your life just ain't really [bad word] 
You know your car with which I was impressed 
Well I hear that it's gonna be repossessed 
Well I thought you had it made 
But you ain't even paid 
For the things that you've bought 
Since the acid test 
I hear you manager skipped town with all your pay 
And your lead singer's bulge turns the censors grey 
Wall that's really a doggone shame 
But who's there left to blame 
And all you ever really wanted was just to play 
They say your [bad word] he's crazy as a loon 
Last night they found him baying at the moon 
As as for your lead guitar 
He just cracked up his car 
But he should be out of traction very soon 
Well my friend it's time for me to go 
I just can't be late for my evening show 
You see I've written this tune 
And I hope that very soon 
I'll be heard on top 40 radio