Talkin' Pop Star Blues

Leitch

From the top!

If I get to be a big pop star

I'll buy me a Facel Vega car

I'll put nikki in the driving seat

Go out and give my friends a treat

I'll drive 'round the block with the radio blaring

Take off your clothes without caring

Get some girls who are nice and free

That don't give a damn about chastity

They all agree, such a big issue

Over a tiny little bit of tissue

I'll ride 'round to my old pal bounce's

Go up town and score some ounces

He was good to me, you see

He used to give me lifts for free

Now, Julian is the one I like

I'm gonna buy him a pedal bike

So he'll be in keeping with his station

Riding around my pot plantation

I'm gonna buy him a panama hat

And a bamboo chair, he'll like that

A nice big chick to spend his time

And pretty soon they'd blow their minds

Now, don't you think that I'd look cute

In a big gold lame suit?

With shiny lips and greasy hair

And my fifteen percent share

You see the one with the red dress on

She does the hoochy coochy all night long

Baby, baby, I love you

Baby, baby, why do you make me blue

I'm gonna change my name to Rick or Jean

Work out a nice stage routine

Pretty soon I'd write a song

Forget the words and sing it wrong

It doesn't matter

If your wallet gets fatter

It'll be nice to be a big pop star

If I can't be one I don't care

I don't give a damn rich or poor

I'll find a welcome at many door

You'd take me in, wouldn't you love?

You'd take me in, wouldn't you love?

Now, I know a girl called Marianne

I wanna make love to her if I can

Get her in bed for better or worse

If a Rolling Stone ain't got there first

It's quite probable

Be quite comemorable

Wouldn't be comparable

Get nice and stoneable

So I'd rock around the old fir tree

Merry Christmas to Bo Diddly

I'm gonna be a cool humdinger

The one and only pop folk singer

There ain't much left to say

Before I pack up and decide to stay

Fee, fi, fo, fum

Hit parade, here I come!