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  and [bad word] And rock and roll

Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool (etc.)
My payola!
Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool (etc.)
My payola!

You'll pay ten bucks to see me
On a fifteen foot high stage [bad word] bouncers kick the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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