My name's Joe, I'm the ceo
Yeah, I'm the man
Makes the big wheels roll
I'm the hand on the green light switch
You get to be famous
I get to be rich
Go get me a kid
With a good-looking face
Bring me a kid
Can remember his place
Some hungry poet
Son of a bitch
He gets to be famus
I get to be rich
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Or bring me a girl
They're always the best
You put 'em onstage
And you have 'em undress
Some angel whore
Who can learn a guitar lick
Hey now, that's what I call music
Well they'll come lookin' for money
When the public gets bored
But we'll fight 'em with lawyers
They could never afford
Yeah, I'll make her look
Like a spoiled little bitch
She gets to be famous
I get to be rich
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So, burnt-out Johnny
Thinks our books look shifty
What good's that algea to me
When he's fifty
We could move catalog
If he'd only die quicker
Send my regards to the gig
And a case of good liquor
He get's to be famous
I get to be rich
He gets to be famous
I get to be rich
My name's Joe, I'm the ceo
I'm the man make the big wheels roll
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