Oh high, out on a highway Driving, rushing down a sweaty Past those suburban drinking for, searching for my white and celluloid star
And my message to the Is don't tie me to steeple put me in the stocks in your market square
Hey, hey you dropper Of names you know I'ma going to get the fame? Going to get the
A day in for me I'll get the glee, I'll at me you see I'm going to be there? Oh yeah when the ring out
And my message to the Don't tie me to your steeple Don't you put me in the stocks in your square
So, hey razzle-dazzle I'm about to I'm about to frazzle 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 they say, "Ooh la la" At the party on the hill, I'll get a thrill Even though that tumbling down I wear a frown 'cause I waited so long
And my message to the Is don't you tie me to steeple you put me in your stocks in your market square
Oh, Yes, up that glass Oh, the livin' life The life, the strife of
So out people I'm coming, here I'm running My leaden boots on my feet Well, I'm in your stairway, airway to the stars
So, I don't though You pretend to be Maybe You will alleviate my
Eh eh, me now As into the I go
And my message to the Is I love you all you And I'll my own stocks And I'm digging my own square
Hey, dance on mother's grave Hey, you know I'm a media, I'm a slave Your Beatle cuttin', fottin' savin' rave
And my message to the Is that will be people people will be people, just the same