Coyne Oh we're high, out on a highway Driving, rushing down a sweaty road Past those suburban drinking bars Searching for, searching for my white and celluloid star And my message to the people Is don't tie me to your steeple Don't put me in the stocks in your market square Hey, hey you nameless dropper of nameless names Don't you know I'm going to get the fame Going to get the flame A day pencilled in for me I'll get the glee I'll arrive at me Can't you see I'm going to be there? Oh yeah when the chimes ring out And my message to the people Don't tie me to your sacred steeple Don't you put me in the stocks in your market square So it's hey razzle-dazzle I'm about to dazzle I'm about to frazzle somewhere And when you say "Who? Who is he?" You know it's gonna be me Cause my face is there for all of you to see every day Upside inside out every way And when they say "Ooh la la" at the party on the hill I'll still get a thrill Even though that castle's tumbling down I won't wear a frown 'Cos I waited so long And my message to the people Is don't you tie me to your steeple Don't you put me in your stocks in your market square Oh Razzmatazz Yes pick up that gla** Oh the funky-livin' life, the life, the strife of jazz So watch out people Here I'm coming, here I'm running My gold leaden boots on my feet I'm in your stairway, your airway to the stars So I don't mind though you pretend to be blind Maybe tomorrow you will alleviate my sorrow Eh eh watch me now as into the tangle I go And my message to the people Is I love you all you people And I'll find my own stocks And I'm digging my own market square Hey dance on your mother's grave Hey you know I'm a media, I'm a media slave Your Beatle-cuttin', sure-fottin' savin' rave And my message to the people Is that people will be people That people will be people Just the same