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 s*x 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