Here comes that man
Dressed in Miami tan
He's got a head full of charts
He's got numbers in his eyes
And when he talks to me
About the industry
I want to join Buddy Holly
Write my name in the sky
I'm sitting on top
Of Manhattan rock
Just hoping this backbeat
Gets me by
And I'm feeling so low
I got no cash flow
How's this corporation rock 'n roll gonna get by
And in the bungalow
The music's only so so
They think if pictures are good
The kids will never know
But down on Sneaker Street
And after school back seats
There's no such thing as luck
When a teenager cries
I'm sitting on top
Of Manhattan rock
Just hoping this backbeat
Gets me by
And I'm feeling so low
I got no cash flow
How's this corporation rock 'n roll gonna get by
And Lou says
Death is just like sleeping
Without electricity
And Danny knows
That these stars aren't for keeping
You know you just can't ever own
What you got for free
Oh give me Daddy-o
The father of stereo
Better tell him quick
About the hip nouveau
They're trying to strike it rich
Wit an adolescent fix
They're jamming plastic pop
On the radio
I'm sitting on top
Of Manhattan rock
Just hoping this backbeat
Gets me by
And I'm feeling so low
I got no cash flow
How's this corporation rock 'n roll gonna get by