So tell me if you really wanna be a superstar, a fiesta on the mic and it 
will surely take you far. You make that drop
on the twenty foot tracks, mix it all down and you put it on wax. 
Beginning is hype when you're playing in the bars in the bottomless pit 
where you make loose and far. Take with your pipers and you take your 
guitar, then take your woman and then pound your gong.

(Bridge):

Well beginning on wisdom I won't get you too far. First you'll have to 
sell your soul, to be a superstar.

(Verse):

Maybe if you got it, forget about that, yo money don't concern you that's 
a natural fact. Shut up your mouth before you get knocked down. We're 
gonna listen to your voice upon the speaker box. And first you get a 
manager but what does he do? I'll be the first to tell you baby that I 
don't have a clue, we're gonna make a funky image for the MTV, hear it on 
the radio say [bad word]  that's me.

(Bridge):

Whenever I get over on a three-piece harm, Jesus and his momma gonna 
break your arm, put your [bad word] in the john, oh to be a superstar, oooohhh
 [bad word] :

Realize sometimes I feel like a sign, oh you're in a position and you 
just can't [bad word]  [bad word] Verse): 
All around the world you gotta make that trip and then you
never thought you'd see the day you'd act like this. Your rep is gettin 
bigger than a B-52 and it gets around the world before it gets back to 
you. Hey! All of a sudden, can you believe before your eyes this [bad word] has [bad word] down to me. I gotta take a west-bound to side, so long, say so long, 
say so long, see ya.(Bridge):
 Oh, my God if I'da let my own knife take it, turn around and place it home.
 [bad word] 

(Restart, with probably improvised lyrics I can't really make out except this:)

Bo, what you want what you need? . . . .
Punani, Punani, won't you love me? Punani, Punani, Punani
("Let the dogs go. .  Let'em go")