Pull My Strings

I'm tired of self respect I can't afford a car I want to be a prefab superstar I want to be a tool Don't need no soul want to 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? [Chorus]