I think every once in a while I'm gonna put up some lyrics that have been dancing in my head recently...
It's 8 a.m. I roll out my silk sheets
Get fly crash the limo back seats
Lookin' in the faces
Of some ladies that I never met
On the interview tip, no sweat
They ask me questions
I throw the words back
They say they write facts
I know that's bull crap
They're kickin' drama
But then drama's my middle name
That's the price ya pay for big fame
The cellular phone rings
Dont wanna pick it up
But it's my J-O-B, I gotta kick it up
Another damn reporter on the line with a word quiz
I gotta show cause I'm livin' in showbiz
Out the limo, to the plane
In the pourin' rain
I hate flyin' but there's no time for slow trains
Another show to do
I gotta catch my crew
They left last night in the bus around two
The plane's a small one
No fun at all
Bounce around the air like a tennis ball
When it touches down
I wanna kiss the ground
But it's time to wreck a new town
Get to the arena, meet up with the crew
They tell me all the speakers blew
The cordless don't work
Sound man's a jerk
Somebody's gonna get hurt
I'm crazy mad
But my fans want autographs
I turn my angry frowns
Into fake laughs
I can't be rude cuz they won't understand
I ain't human no more, I'm a superman...
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