Текст песни 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 I won't offend Or rock the boat Just sex and drugs 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 Fatass bouncers kickin' the shit Out of kids who try to dance And 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 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 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 shoot some golf And shoot some dope 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 (Everybody put the hands together) Is my cock big enough? Is my brain small enough? For you to make me a star? (Everybody singing one time) Is my cock big enough? Is my brain small enough? For you to make me a star? (Shut up and dance, everybody!) 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 (One more time!) Give me a toot And I'll sell you my soul Pull my strings and I'll go far And drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool…my payola! Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool…my payola!