"Pull My Strings"

 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  and [bad word]  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
 [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
 [bad word] 
 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?