I ain?t got what it takes Seeing my face up on the TV Hearing my songs on the radio People waiting all day in line to see me Doing my pose for Rolling Stone
And then the people try to turn me back Publisher want my memoir And my limousines are black Can't you see the real me, rock and roll, rock and roll
I stand around her door and wait for her to come by She lives in one of those brown-stones with the guard outside and the limousines and the Rolls Royces