Текст (слова) песни: Dead Kennedys - Pull My Strings
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
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
[Chorus] 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
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? [Repeat chorus, etc. etc.]
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