My Message To The People Lyrics - Kevin 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'ma going to get the fame? 

Going to get the flame 

A day penciled 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 'cause 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 

Well, 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