Oh high, out on a highway Driving, down a sweaty road Past suburban drinking bars Searching for, searching for my and celluloid star
And my to the people Is tie me to your steeple Don't put me in the in your market square
Hey, hey you dropper Of nameless Don't you know going to get the fame? to get the flame
A day in for me I'll get the glee, I'll at me you see I'm going to be there? Oh yeah when the ring out
And my to the people Don't tie me to your steeple Don't you put me in the stocks in your market
So, it's hey I'm to dazzle I'm about to frazzle And you say "Who? Who is he?"
You it's 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 get a thrill Even though castle's tumbling down I won't wear a frown 'cause I waited so
And my to the people Is you tie me to your steeple Don't you put me in your stocks in your market
Oh, Yes, up that glass Oh, the funky life The life, the of jazz
So out people Here I'm coming, I'm running My leaden boots on my feet Well, I'm in your stairway, your airway to the
So, I don't mind You to be blind tomorrow You will alleviate my
Eh eh, me now As into the I go
And my message to the Is I you all you people And I'll find my own And I'm my own market square
Hey, dance on your mother's Hey, you know I'm a media, I'm a slave Your Beatle cuttin', sure savin' rave
And my message to the Is that people will be people will be people, just the same