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 climbing
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
But 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