Rock Singer Rag
Words and Music
by Alan Corbould
© Copyright

When I become a big rock singer
Gonna get me some women
Gonna get me a brunette,
A redhead and a couple of blondes
Gonna get me a big ol’ jet to ride upon
Become a man without a care
So the blues don’t find me
Nowhere

I’m gonna sell out any way I can
I need the money
I’m a hungry, hungry man
But now I’m drownin’
Yeah I’m lost at sea
I need a life preserver
I need a record
Company

Hey look at me
I’m headed for the top of the world
Gonna be the first in line
And if you want me honey well
That’s just fine

I can make the sounds,
I can make ‘em sweet and mellow
I come across
As quite a sensitive fellow
It doesn’t matter if I believe a word I sing
My music’s got the beat
Just needs the hype
That’s the main thing

Yeah babe I’m headed for the top of the world
Get on board if you like, could always use another blonde
I got tattoos, leather jacket, I live in my mom’s basement
But I’m deep, honest