Oh high, out on a highway Driving, rushing down a sweaty Past those drinking bars Searching for, for my white and celluloid star
And my to the people Is tie me to your steeple put me in the stocks in your market square
Hey, hey you dropper Of names Don't you know going to get the fame? to get the flame
A day in for me I'll get the glee, arrive at me Can't you see I'm to be there? Oh when the chimes ring out
And my to the people tie me to your sacred steeple Don't you put me in the stocks in your 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 my face is there For all of you to see, day inside out every way
And when say, "Ooh la la" At the party on the hill, I'll still get a Even that castle's tumbling down I won't wear a frown 'cause I waited so
And my message to the Is don't you tie me to your Don't you put me in your stocks in your market
Oh, Yes, pick up that Oh, the livin' 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 mind 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 you all you people And I'll my own stocks And I'm digging my own square
Hey, on your mother's grave Hey, you know I'm a media, I'm a media Your Beatle cuttin', sure savin' rave
And my to the people Is that will be people That people be people, just the same