Oh high, out on a highway Driving, rushing down a road Past those drinking bars Searching for, searching for my white and celluloid
And my to the people Is don't tie me to your Don't put me in the stocks in your market
Hey, hey you dropper Of names Don't you know I'ma to get the fame? to get the flame
A day in for me I'll get the glee, I'll at me Can't you see I'm going to be Oh when the chimes ring out
And my to the people tie me to your sacred steeple Don't you put me in the in your market square
So, it's hey I'm to dazzle I'm to frazzle somewhere And you say "Who? Who is he?"
You know gonna be me 'Cause my is there For all of you to see, day Upside out every way
And they say, "Ooh la la" At the party on the hill, still get a thrill Even that castle's tumbling down I won't a frown 'cause I waited so long
And my message to the Is you tie me to your steeple Don't you put me in your in your market square
Oh, Yes, up that glass Oh, the funky livin' The life, the of jazz
So watch out Here I'm coming, I'm running My gold leaden boots on my Well, I'm in your stairway, your airway to the
So, I don't though You to be blind tomorrow You will alleviate my
Eh eh, me now As the tangle I go
And my to the people Is I you all you people And find my own stocks And I'm digging my own market
Hey, on your mother's grave Hey, you know I'm a media, I'm a media Your cuttin', sure fottin' savin' rave
And my to the people Is that will be people That people will be people, the same