Oh high, out on a highway Driving, rushing down a sweaty Past those suburban bars Searching for, searching for my white and star
And my message to the Is don't tie me to steeple Don't put me in the stocks in your market
Hey, hey you nameless Of nameless Don't you know going to get the fame? to get the flame
A day in for me I'll get the glee, arrive at me you see I'm going to be there? Oh yeah when the ring out
And my to the people Don't tie me to your steeple Don't you put me in the in your market square
So, it's hey I'm about to I'm about to somewhere And you say "Who? Who is he?"
You know it's be me 'Cause my is there For all of you to see, day Upside inside out way
And when say, "Ooh la la" At the party on the hill, still get a thrill though that castle's tumbling down I won't wear a frown 'cause I so long
And my to the people Is don't you tie me to your you put me in your stocks in your market square
Oh, Yes, pick up that Oh, the funky livin' The life, the of jazz
So watch out I'm coming, here I'm running My gold boots on my feet Well, I'm in your stairway, airway to the stars
So, I mind though You to be blind Maybe You alleviate my sorrow
Eh eh, me now As into the I go
And my to the people Is I you all you people And I'll my own stocks And I'm my own market square
Hey, dance on your mother's Hey, you know I'm a media, I'm a slave Your Beatle cuttin', sure fottin' rave
And my to the people Is that people will be That people will be people, just the