Oh high, out on a highway Driving, rushing down a sweaty those suburban drinking bars Searching for, searching for my white and star
And my message to the Is tie me to your steeple Don't put me in the in your market square
Hey, hey you nameless Of nameless Don't you know I'ma to get the fame? to get the flame
A day in for me get the glee, I'll arrive at me Can't you see I'm going to be Oh yeah the chimes ring out
And my to the people Don't tie me to sacred steeple Don't you put me in the stocks in market square
So, hey razzle-dazzle I'm to dazzle I'm about to somewhere And you say "Who? Who is he?"
You know it's be me 'Cause my face is For all of you to see, day Upside inside out way
And when say, "Ooh la la" At the on the hill, I'll still get a thrill Even though that 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 Don't you put me in your in your market square
Oh, Yes, up that glass Oh, the funky life The life, the strife of
So watch out Here I'm coming, here I'm My gold leaden boots on my Well, I'm in your stairway, your to the stars
So, I mind though You to be blind tomorrow You alleviate my sorrow
Eh eh, me now As into the I go
And my message to the Is I you all you people And I'll find my own And I'm digging my own square
Hey, dance on your mother's Hey, you know I'm a media, I'm a slave Beatle cuttin', sure fottin' savin' rave
And my to the people Is that people be people people will be people, just the same