Every time I hear your call
It reminds me of some Joe Shmoe at the mall,
And all you want is an autograph
And you don't realize I'm not giving them out anymore

I though you got it
When you heard my strong stern voice
But you don't get it
And you’re not giving me a choice

I can't get use to fame no more
The thrill is gone
I wish the calls would end

I want to just be left alone
Until my sales all sag
And I grow old and grey

Every time I hear your voice
It irritates me so, like I don't have a choice
And all you want is an autograph
Well you can't have that, but see my ALL-STARR band....