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Oh we're high, out on a highwayDriving, rushing down a sweaty roadPast those suburban drinking barsSearching for, searching for my white and celluloid starAnd my message to the peopleIs don't tie me to your steepleDon't put me in the stocks in your market squareHey, hey you nameless dropperOf nameless namesDon't you know I'ma going to get the fame?Going to get the flameA day penciled in for meI'll get the glee, I'll arrive at meCan't you see I'm going to be there?Oh yeah when the chimes ring outAnd my message to the peopleDon't tie me to your sacred steepleDon't you put me in the stocks in your market squareSo, it's hey razzle-dazzleI'm about to dazzleI'm about to frazzle somewhereLetras de cancionesAnd when you say "Who? Who is he?"You know it's gonna be me'Cause my face is thereFor all of you to see, every dayUpside inside out every wayAnd when they say, "Ooh la la"At the party on the hill, I'll still get a thrillEven though that castle's tumbling downI won't wear a frown 'cause I waited so longAnd my message to the peopleIs don't you tie me to your steepleDon't you put me in your stocks in your market squareOh, razzmatazzYes, pick up that glassOh, the funky livin' lifeThe life, the strife of jazzSo watch out peopleHere I'm coming, here I'm runningMy gold leaden boots on my feetWell, I'm in your stairway, your airway to the starsSo, I don't mind thoughYou pretend to be blindMaybe tomorrowYou will alleviate my sorrowEh eh, watch me nowAs into the tangle I goAnd my message to the peopleIs I love you all you peopleAnd I'll find my own stocksAnd I'm digging my own market squareHey, dance on your mother's graveHey, you know I'm a media, I'm a media slaveYour Beatle cuttin', sure fottin' savin' raveAnd my message to the peopleIs that people will be peopleThat people will be people, just the same From Letras Mania