Have you seen our boy lately? - He's a rock star, baby,
Ooh, all sequins and glitter, black and white pictures,
He's really stunning, if not un-cunning,
Latest craze in rock and roll history.
Baby, baby, baby, do you want my picture or my autograph?
Do you want me? Really? - well, that's a laugh,
Oh, his star's for sale,
Oh, and it's going fast,
His star's for sale.
Oh, Johnny-come-lately, you're our hero,
From ten to zero, you'll make the grade,
You're your town's boy, it's a town without pity,
It's your shell of a family, but it's so empty.
Do you want my picture or my autograph?
Do you want me? Really? - well, that's a laugh,
Oh, his star's for sale,
Oh, and it's going fast,
Oh, his star's for sale,
Baby, that's too bad.
Come on, rock.
Oh, you're the prog-rage, but you're in a daze,
Come the dripping from the stage, into the night.
Baby, do you want me? Really? - well, that's a laugh,
Well, that's a laugh, well, that's just too bad,
Our star has come, and he's burnt out, he's burnt out,
Our star has come and gone, he's come and gone.
