Dead Kennedys - Pull My Strings lyrics

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 s** and d** 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 Fata** bouncers kick the sh** 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 co*k 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 co*k big enough? Is my brain small enough? [Repeat chorus, etc. etc.]