People - Kevin Coyne

People - Kevin Coyne
Coyne
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'm going to get the fame
Going to get the flame
A day pencilled 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
'Cos 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
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