Lyrics A Balladeer

A Balladeer

Alright Mr. Demille

Alright, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up

I've been steady out of focus now for long enough

Don't talk about my heyday being way, way over

Just a touch of make-up here and I'm off

I'm gonna be loved

I'm gonna be loved

L.O.V.E.D.

You fake it till you make it and you fake it some more then

A thing Monroe's a pretty good example of

In front of Miller and DiMaggio and millions of men

She ate her cake and she got stuffed

I wanna be loved

I wanna be loved

It's my way or no way

Or else I just won't play

But I need direction

A bit of direction

Set clear and everyone quiet, please

Camera, lights and action!

It was too late to be selected as a Brat Pack actor

Thank God for Missy Moore I never got the job

I could have beat her ass easy at a weeping contest

Now the gloves are coming off because

I wanna be loved

I wanna be loved

It's my way or no way

Or else I just won't play

But I need direction

A bit of direction

Set clear and everyone quiet, please

Camera, lights and action!