Pull My Strings

Hold it!

We've gotta prove we're adults now

We're not a punk rock band, we're a new wave band

I'm tired of self respect

I can't afford a car

I wanna be a prefab superstar

I wanna be a tool, don't need no soul

Wanna make big money playing rock and roll

I'll make my music boring

I'll play my music slow

I ain't no artist, I'm a business man

No ideas of my own

I won't offend or rock the boat

Just sex and drugs and rock and roll

And here we go

And drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool

My Payola!

Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool

My Payola!

You'll pay ten bucks to see me

On a fifteen foot high stage

Fatass bouncers kick the shit

Out of kids who try to dance

If my friends say, I've lost my guts

I'll laugh and say, that's rock and roll

But there's just one problem

Is my cock big enough?

Is my brain small enough?

For you to make me a star

Give me a toot

I'll sell you my soul

Pull my strings and I'll go far

Give me a toot

I'll sell you my soul

Pull my strings and I'll go far

And when I'm rich and meet Bob Hope

We'll shoot some golf and shoot some dope

Is my cock big enough?

Is my brain small enough?

For you to make me a star

Give me a toot

I'll sell you my soul

Pull my strings and I'll go far

Guitar!

Everybody put your hands together

Is my cock big enough?

Is my brain small enough?

For you to make me a star

Everybody sing one time

Is my cock big enough?

Is my brain small enough?

For you to make me a star

Shut up and dance, everybody

Is my cock big enough?

Is my brain small enough?

For you to make me a star

Give me a toot

I'll sell you my soul

Pull my strings and I'll go far

One more time

Give me a toot

I'll sell you my soul

Pull my strings and I'll go far

And drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool

My Payola!

Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool

My Payola!