Oh we're high, out on a highway   Driving, rushing down a sweaty road   Past those suburban drinking bars   Searching for, searching for my white and celluloid star      And my message to the people   Is don't tie me to your steeple   Don't put me in the stocks in your market square      Hey, hey you nameless dropper   Of nameless names   Don't you know I'ma going to get the fame?   Going to get the flame      A day penciled in for me   I'll get the glee, I'll arrive at me   Can't you see I'm going to be there?   Oh yeah when the chimes ring out      And my message to the people   Don't tie me to your sacred steeple   Don't you put me in the stocks in your market square      So, it's hey razzle-dazzle   I'm about to dazzle   I'm about to frazzle somewhere   And when you say "Who? Who is he?"      You know it's gonna be me   'Cause my face is there   For all of you to see, every day   Upside inside out every way      And when they say, "Ooh la la"   At the party on the hill, I'll still get a thrill   Even though that castle's tumbling down   I won't wear a frown 'cause I waited so long      And my message to the people   Is don't you tie me to your steeple   Don't you put me in your stocks in your market square      Oh, razzmatazz   Yes, pick up that glass   Oh, the funky livin' life   The life, the strife of jazz      So watch out people   Here I'm coming, here I'm running   My gold leaden boots on my feet   Well, I'm in your stairway, your airway to the stars      So, I don't mind though   You pretend to be blind   Maybe tomorrow   You will alleviate my sorrow      Eh eh, watch me now   As into the tangle I go      And my message to the people   Is I love you all you people   And I'll find my own stocks   And I'm digging my own market square      Hey, dance on your mother's grave   Hey, you know I'm a media, I'm a media slave   Your Beatle cuttin', sure fottin' savin' rave      And my message to the people   Is that people will be people   That people will be people, just the same