Oh we're high, out on a Driving, down a sweaty road Past those suburban drinking Searching for, searching for my white and celluloid
And my to the people Is tie me to your steeple Don't put me in the stocks in your market
Hey, hey you dropper Of names Don't you I'ma going to get the fame? Going to get the
A day in for me I'll get the glee, arrive at me Can't you see I'm going to be 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 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 they say, "Ooh la la" At the party on the hill, still get a thrill Even though that tumbling down I wear a frown 'cause I waited so long
And my to the people Is you tie me to your steeple Don't you put me in your stocks in your square
Oh, Yes, pick up that Oh, the funky livin' The life, the of jazz
So out people Here I'm coming, here I'm My leaden boots on my feet Well, I'm in your stairway, airway to the stars
So, I don't mind You to be blind Maybe 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 my own market square
Hey, dance on your grave Hey, you know I'm a media, I'm a slave Your Beatle cuttin', sure fottin' savin'
And my to the people Is that people be people That people will be people, the same