Pull My Strings

Hold it! We've gotta prove we're adults now We're not a punk rock band, we're a new wave band 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 sex and drugs and rock and roll And here we go And 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 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'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 I'll sell you my soul Pull my strings and I'll go far 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 cock 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 Guitar! Everybody put your hands together Is my cock big enough? Is my brain small enough? For you to make me a star Everybody sing 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 I'll sell you my soul Pull my strings and I'll go far One more time Give me a toot 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!