(Instrumental & sax into)



What will it take for them to leave me alone?

Don't they know I'm just a guy who sings songs?

I'm not promoting no hit record

And I don't have no t.v. show

An' I don't have no reason

To live in the gold fish bowl



I'm just doin' my gigs

An' I'm on an' off the road

Ev'rything I say is not meant to be

Set in stone

Just because they call me a celebrity

That does not make it true

'Cause I don't believe in the myth, people

So, why should you?



Jazz, blues and funk

That's not rock an' roll

Folk with a beat an

Little bit a soul



I don't have no hit record

I don't have no t.v. show

Tell me, why should I have to

Live in this gold fish bowl?



(Instrumental and organ)



Well, the parasites and psychic vampires

Feeding on the public at large

Projectin' the shadow

Onto everyone at us



Well, the newspaper barons

Are scum of the lowest degree

And they prey on ev'rybody

They prey on you an' me



I'm singin' jazz, blues and funk

Baby, that's not rock an' roll

An' folk with a beat

An' a little bit a soul



I don't have no hit record

I don't have no t.v. show

So, why should I want to

Live in this gold fish bowl?



(Instrumental & sax)



So why should I want to

Live in this gold fish bowl?


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