Oh high, out on a highway Driving, rushing a sweaty road Past those suburban drinking Searching for, for my white and celluloid star
And my to the people Is tie me to your steeple put me in the stocks in your market square
Hey, hey you nameless Of names Don't you know I'ma going to get the to get the flame
A day in for me I'll get the glee, I'll at me Can't you see I'm to be there? Oh yeah the chimes ring out
And my to the people Don't tie me to your sacred Don't you put me in the stocks in your 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 my face is there For all of you to see, day Upside out every way
And when say, "Ooh la la" At the party on the hill, I'll get a thrill though 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 you put me in your stocks in your market square
Oh, Yes, pick up that Oh, the livin' life The life, the of jazz
So out people Here I'm coming, I'm running My gold leaden boots on my Well, I'm in your stairway, airway to the stars
So, I don't though You pretend to be tomorrow 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 media Your Beatle cuttin', fottin' savin' rave
And my message to the Is that people be people That people will be people, the same