Star Star (Live At The El Mocambo 1977)

Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone
Way back to New York City
Where you do belong
Honey, I missed your two-tone kisses
Legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to Fun City, girl
I'm gonna make you jump all night

I've said, "Baby, baby, call me on the telephone"
I know you're movin' out to Hollywood
With your can of tasty foam
All those beat up friends of mine
Got to get you in their books
Lead guitars and movie stars
Get their hands beneath your hood

Yeou're a starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star
Starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star
Starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker star, yes you are (yes you are)

Yeah, I heard about your Polaroid's
Now that's what I call obscene
Your tricks with fruit was kind a cute
I bet you keep your pussy clean
Baby, I miss your two-tone kisses
Legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to Dallas
I gonna make you jump all night

You're a starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star
Starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star
Starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker star
Yes you are, yes you are, yes you are
Yes, you are

Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you
For givin' head to Steve McQueen
You and me, we made a pretty pair
Fallin' through the silver screen
JL Page was quite of rage
I never saw a reason why
And I don't want to get back to L.A.
I gotta fuck to get a line

You're a starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star
Starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star
Starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, starfucker, star
Yes you are, yes you are

Yes you are
Thank you
Thank you very much