I want everyone to think I've got the Gonzo connection As I hide behind my pseudonym and grammar correction Trying to find a story Trying to find an angle Trying to see how many free lunches I can wrangle It's alright Stagefright It's alright Stagefright It's alright Me and Rick were talking, sitting at the bar Full-blown come on over looking like a star We say "Hey Mr. Barman, buy this man a beer He's a real Jet Jackson, synthesiser sneer" It's alright Stagefright It's alright Stagefright It's alright I look like a lizard But feel like smoking I'm on a dead-line for dreams I know I'm a dead-beat I know I'm choking I need a head-line that screams I'm always at them parties, never on TV Even New York Steve says "It's a blast!" to me I say, "Hi there Steve, who's that sweet lady on your arm?" He says, "Check you later" with that Manhattan charm It's alright Stagefright It's alright Stagefright It's alright