I take too long to answer telephonesI take too long
to type my name and record messagesBut my handwriting
is excellentIn fact it's second to none,
noneI just got in from somewhere really goodThey offered
me the part of BonoAnd a speaking roleWith all the
merchandice and sunglassesI could ever need,
needI drive round cities in a chariotI get prefential
treatment at the MarriotBut if the truth be told I'm
naked under all these clothesI tell you what it is
on my mindI only want to be in your record collectionI
only want to be in your record collectionAnd I'll do
anything it takes just to get thereMy brain is buzzing
and the room is strangeLike that scene in a trading
places at the stock exchangeI made a million over night
in '87Now I'm living in my parking space,
parking spaceMy teeth are bright and my hair is cleanI
wear Paco Rabanne like I was Charlie SheenBut in the
rain we all look wet and in the snow we all look coldI
tell you what it is on my mindI only want