Go

Bitterness becomes you

It goes well with your hair

Just like your sister's earrings

Or that funny little shirt you wear

Now you're holding parties

For the ghosts of a Burgess page

Connoisseur, butterfly collector

You're a living legend in your head

You're so hot

You're so cold

You're so rock'n'roll

You're so close

Too close

Go, go if you want

It's okay

Stay if you must

I don't care anyway

I'm gonna move on

I'm gonna move on

I'm gonna move on out

Star-struck on Quaaludes

A poet on a stake

A substation

A pulp fiction

You just never got the hang of it

You've been bought

And sold

But you still don't know

About rock'n'roll

You're too close

Too close

Go, go if you want

It's okay

Stay if you must

I don't care anyway

I'm gonna move on

I'm gonna move on

I'm gonna move on out

Take a letter Mr. Jones

Close the door, unplug the phones

And if anyone should ask you

Tell them I'm not at home

Oh no, I'm digging up rock'n'roll

And you're close, so close

(Shoop shoop, rock'n'roll)

(Shoop shoop, shoop shoop)

I don't care anyway...

I'm moving right on...

C'mon...