Oh we're high, out on a Driving, rushing down a sweaty Past suburban drinking bars Searching for, searching for my white and 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 nameless Of nameless Don't you I'ma going to get the fame? to get the flame
A day in for me I'll get the glee, I'll at me Can't you see I'm going to be Oh yeah the chimes ring out
And my to the people tie me to your sacred steeple Don't you put me in the in your market square
So, hey razzle-dazzle I'm to dazzle I'm about to frazzle And you say "Who? Who is he?"
You know gonna be me 'Cause my face is For all of you to see, day inside out every way
And they say, "Ooh la la" At the party on the hill, I'll still get a Even though that castle's tumbling I won't wear a frown 'cause I waited so
And my message to the Is you tie me to your steeple Don't you put me in your stocks in your market
Oh, Yes, pick up glass Oh, the livin' life The life, the strife of
So watch out Here I'm coming, I'm running My gold leaden on my feet Well, I'm in your stairway, airway 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 love you all you And find 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 media Your Beatle cuttin', sure fottin' savin'
And my to the people Is that will be people That people be people, just the same