Loudon Wainwright Iii - Fame and Wealth lyrics

"Fame and wealth that's what I'm after Bucks and praise that's what I crave How I get 'em hardly matters For these things I'll be your slave I'll kiss you arse, I'll kiss your keister Kiss your kisser, kiss you hand I'll come across, I'll put out plenty I gotta make it, understand? My mind, my heart, my soul you got 'em this ain't no joke, no it's for real draw up your papers and I'll sign 'em In my own blood, let's make a deal You can have my wife and children I'll hand over mom and sis take my old car, guitar, and banjo take 'em all, but I insist on... Fame and wealth that's what I'm after Bucks and praise that's what I crave How I get 'em hardly matters For these things I'll be your slave."