DEAD KENNEDYS - Pull My Strings lyrics

rate me

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

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

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?