Pull My Strings

I died of self respect, i cant afford a car I wanna be a pre-fab superstar i wanna be a tool, dont need no soul, wanna make big money playing rock n' roll I'll make my music boring, i'll play my music slow i aint no artist i'm a business man no ideas of my own i wont defend or rock the boat just s*x and drugs and rock n' roll and here we go its DROOL x6 MY PAYOLA DROOL x6 MY PAYOLA you'll pay 10 bucks to see me, on a 15-foot high stage fat a*s bouncers kick the shit out of kids who try to dance if my friends say i lost my guts i'll laugh and say "thats 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 x2 and when im rich and meet bob hope we'll shoot some golf and shoot some dope chorus followed by guitar solo chorus x3 give me a toot, i'll sell you my soul pull my strings and i'll go far x2 DROOL x6 MY PAYOLA!