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!