I sit alone pondering the subject
What shall I do for my latest project?
Got no ideas, just like all the others
Don't you just know! I'll cop out and do covers!

If you think I've sold out and you think I'm passé
I don't think I wanna know
If I spent the 80s acting like a hooker
Hey it brought me lots of dough
Lots of dough baby

Checking out songs, trying to be so clever
I thought of doing "Let's Spend the Night Together"
Now hold on a minute didn't Jagger sing it?
But for a buck, know I would try to wing it
I married Britt; it made me look important
I reached my peak but now I'm singing Tony Bennett

In the good old days back when I was in Faces
I sang songs with heart and soul
Now I'm really sh*tty, it is such a pity
Now I just live out a role

Now I'm singing lots of schmaltz
But it beats my disco attempts
Relax baby, all I need's a pimp

Know I once was married to Miss Rachel Hunter
In spite of being uglier than the average punter
I've done nothing decent since Atlantic Crossing
I'm spending my nights a-turning and a-tossing
They said, "We're sorry, don't you realize that you can't sing?"
I said, "You're kidding, don't I sound just like Sting?"

When my voice was ailing as I warbled "Sailing"
Dressed in shades of pinks and mauves
All my supermodels I was then regaling
Why did they all leave in droves?

If you've grown tired of me and you think I'm passé
That would be a real blow
If you really really really really think that
Don't tell me so!

(whisper)
Just pass me some more dough, mmm

(whisper)
If you don't remember when I was in tabloids
Rumored to be Bowie's 'ho

(normal voice)
Musical substance lacking; just give me the money
Come on don't you know it's so
Don't you don't you miss the old Rod?
Come on prop up my ego