[Verse 1]
Well, the word was out on the street today
All the friends that I'd met would have to say
While your records line the shelves, you're fighting amongst yourselves
That's a hell of a lot of dues for you to pay

[Verse 2]
Well the word, my friend, you know is on the street
It's on the lips of everyone I meet
While you're climbing up the chart, your band just fell apart
I guess your life just ain't really that complete

[Verse 3]
You know your car, with which I was impressed
Well, I hear that it's gonna be repossessed
Well, I thought you had it made, but you ain't even paid
For the things that you've bought since the acid test

[Verse 4]
I hear you manager skipped town with all your pay
And your lead singer's bulge turns the censors gray
Well that's really a doggone shame, but who's there left to blame?
And all you ever really wanted was just to play

[Verse 5]
They say your drummer, he's crazy as a loon
Last night they found him baying at the moon
As as for your lead guitar, he just cracked up his car
But he should be out of traction very soon
[Verse 6]
Well, my friend, it's time for me to go
I just can't be late for my evening show
You see I've written this tune and I hope that very soon
I'll be heard on top forty radio