Текст (слова) песни: Dead Kennedys - Pull My Strings

Im tired of self respect
I cant afford a car
I wanna be a prefab superstar

I wanna be a tool
Dont need no soul
Wanna make big money
Playing rock and roll

Ill make my music boring
Ill play my music slow
I aint no artist, Im a business man
No ideas of my own

I wont 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!

Youll 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
Ive lost my guts
Ill laugh and say
Thats rock and roll

But theres 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, Ill sell you my soul
Pull my strings and Ill go far

And when Im rich
And meet Bob Hope
Well 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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