I´m tired of self respect
I can´t afford a car
I wanna be a prefab superstar

I wanna be a tool
Don´t need no soul
Wanna make big money
Playing rock and roll

I´ll make my music boring
I´ll play my music slow
I ain´t no artist, I´m a business man
No ideas of my own

I won´t offend
Or rock the boat
Just sex and drugs
And rock and roll

Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool
My Payola!
Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool
My Payola!

You´ll pay ten bucks to see me
On a fifteen foot high stage
Fatass bouncers kick the shit
Out of kids who try to dance

If my friends say
I´ve lost my guts
I´ll laugh and say
That´s rock and roll

But there´s just one problem…

Chorus
Is my cock big enough
Is my brain small enough
For you to make me a star
Give me a toot, I´ll sell you my soul
Pull my strings and I´ll go far

And when I´m rich
And meet Bob Hope
We´ll shoot some golf
And shoot some dope

Is my cock big enough?
Is my brain small enough?
Repeat chorus, etc. etc