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 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?   and 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 shoots   how hard can it be?