My Message To The People

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'ma going to get the fame?

Going to get the flame

A day penciled 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 'cause 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 glass

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

Well, 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