كلمات 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 businessman No ideas of my own Iwon't offend Or rock the boat Just sex and drugs And rock and roll Droll, droll, droll, droll, droll, droll....my payola! Droll, droll, droll, droll, droll, droll....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 is just one problem.... Chorus: Is my cock big enough Is my brain small enough For you to make me a star Give me a toot And 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 shot some golf And shoot some dope (Repeat chorus)