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 businessman, 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
Fat ass 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
Is my cock big enough, is my brain small enough
For you to make me a star?
Is my cock big enough, is my brain small enough
For you to make me a star?
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 drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool
My Payola!
Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool
My Payola!
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