Jello Biafra

Pull My Strings From the Dead Kennedys’ performance at the Bay Area Music Awards or Bammies “a backslapping circus banquet” — JB They were scheduled to perform “California Über Alles,” but pulled out this new song instead.
I’m tired of self-respect; I can’t afford a car I wanna be a prefab superstar I wanna be a tool; don't need no soul Wanna make big money playing rock and roll I’ll make my music boring; I’ll play my music slow I ain’t no artist, I’m a businessman; No ideas of my own I won’t offend or rock the boat Just sex and drugs and rock ‘n’ roll… Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool — My payola! Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool — My payola! You’ll pay ten bucks to see me on a fifteen foot high stage Fat-ass bouncers kick the shit out of kids who try to dance If my friends say I’ve lost my guts I’ll laugh and say that’s rock ‘n’ roll… But there’s just one problem: Is my cock big enough, is my brain small enough For you to make me a star? Give me a toot, I’ll sell you my soul Pull my strings and I’ll go far And when I’m rich and meet Bob Hope We’ll shoot some golf and shoot some dope Is my cock big enough, is my brain small enough For you to make me a star? Give me a toot, I’ll sell you my soul Pull my strings and I’ll go far

Pull My Strings

From the Dead Kennedys’ performance at the Bay Area Music Awards or Bammies
“a backslapping circus banquet” — JB
They were scheduled to perform “California Über Alles,” but pulled out this new song instead.

I’m tired of self-respect; I can’t afford a car I wanna be a prefab superstar I wanna be a tool; don't need no soul Wanna make big money playing rock and roll I’ll make my music boring; I’ll play my music slow I ain’t no artist, I’m a businessman; No ideas of my own I won’t offend or rock the boat Just sex and drugs and rock ‘n’ roll… Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool — My payola! Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool — My payola! You’ll pay ten bucks to see me on a fifteen foot high stage Fat-ass bouncers kick the shit out of kids who try to dance If my friends say I’ve lost my guts I’ll laugh and say that’s rock ‘n’ roll… But there’s just one problem: Is my cock big enough, is my brain small enough For you to make me a star? Give me a toot, I’ll sell you my soul Pull my strings and I’ll go far And when I’m rich and meet Bob Hope We’ll shoot some golf and shoot some dope Is my cock big enough, is my brain small enough For you to make me a star? Give me a toot, I’ll sell you my soul Pull my strings and I’ll go far

On This Day in Snigglery	December 21, 1940: The birth day of Frank Zappa. (See Musical Spoofs)