Oh high, out on a highway Driving, rushing down a road Past those suburban bars 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 names you know I'ma going to get the fame? Going to get the
A day in for me get the glee, I'll arrive at me Can't you see I'm to be there? Oh yeah when the ring out
And my to the people Don't tie me to your sacred you put me in the stocks in your market square
So, hey razzle-dazzle I'm about to I'm about to 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 inside out way
And when 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 'cause I waited so long
And my to the people Is don't you tie me to steeple Don't you put me in your in your market square
Oh, Yes, pick up that Oh, the funky livin' The life, the of jazz
So watch out Here I'm coming, here I'm My gold leaden on my feet Well, I'm in your stairway, your to the stars
So, I don't mind You pretend to be Maybe You alleviate my sorrow
Eh eh, me now As into the I go
And my to the people Is I love you all you And I'll find my own And I'm digging my own market
Hey, dance on your mother's Hey, you know I'm a media, I'm a slave Your Beatle cuttin', sure fottin' rave
And my message to the Is that people will be That people will be people, the same