Well the word was out on the street today   All the friends that I'd met would have to say   While your records line the shelves   You're fighting amongst yourselves   That's a hell of a lot of dues for you to pay   Well the word my friend you know is on the street   It's on the lips of everyone I meet   While you're climbin up the chart   Your band just fell apart   I guess your life just ain't really that complete   You know your car with which I was impressed   Well I hear that it's gonna be repossessed   Well I thought you had it made   But you ain't even paid   For the things that you've bought   Since the acid test   I hear you manager skipped town with all your pay   And your lead singer's bulge turns the censors grey   Wall that's really a doggone shame   But who's there left to blame   And all you ever really wanted was just to play   They say your drummer he's crazy as a loon   Last night they found him baying at the moon   As as for your lead guitar   He just cracked up his car   But he should be out of traction very soon   Well my friend it's time for me to go   I just can't be late for my evening show   You see I've written this tune   And I hope that very soon   I'll be heard on top 40 radio