Sun, she burns mean and big, I think I?ll go to Cafe Noir   Big screen turns me on, I?m gonna be your western star   How hard can it be? I get my freon bingo   Inside your cool and soft sarong      Rolling on the moquette inside a cul-de-sac kampong   How hard can it be? How hard can it be   When you?re a western star shining and free?   Don?t you know that a star burns best?   How hard can it be? I said now how hard can it be?      She?s so sentimental, she?s got my picture in her head   The tool man is in her dreams, I was lifted when she said      How hard can it be? How hard can it be   When you?re a western star, shining and free?   Don?t you know that a star burns best?   How hard can it be? I said now how hard can it be?      Now he?s headed skyward, standing up on piles of plywood   And all he thinks about is how he looks like Heroes-period Bowie   And his figure blocks the light and he takes away the night   And he?s dancing to the new bolero      You soy un pistolero, I?m not shakin? in my boots   I?m ruler of this moon, boy, so if you move I shoot      How hard can it be? How hard can it be   When you?re a western star shining and free?   Don?t you know that a star burns best?   How hard can it be? I said now how hard can it be?      How hard can it be   When you?re a western star, shining and free?   Don?t you know that a star burns best?   How hard can it be? I said now how hard can it be?   How hard can it be?      Dancing to the new bolero   Dancing to the new bolero   Dancing to the new bolero   Dancing to the new bolero   Dancing to the new bolero