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)