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 message to the Is don't tie me to steeple Don't put me in the stocks in market square
Hey, hey you nameless Of nameless 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 Can't you see I'm to be there? Oh yeah when the chimes out
And my message to the Don't tie me to sacred steeple Don't you put me in the stocks in market square
So, it's hey I'm about to I'm to frazzle somewhere And you say "Who? Who is he?"
You it's gonna 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 party on the hill, I'll still get a Even though that tumbling down I won't wear a frown 'cause I waited so
And my to the people Is don't you tie me to steeple Don't you put me in your stocks in your square
Oh, Yes, up that glass Oh, the funky livin' The life, the of jazz
So out people I'm coming, here I'm running My gold leaden on my feet Well, I'm in your stairway, airway to the stars
So, I don't though You pretend to be Maybe 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 I'll find my own And I'm digging my own market
Hey, on your mother's grave Hey, you know I'm a media, I'm a slave Your Beatle cuttin', fottin' savin' rave
And my to the people Is people will be people That people be people, just the same