Star Star

(album: Goats Head Soup - 1973)

Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone
Way back to New York City
Where you do belong

Honey, I missed your two tongue kisses
Legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to Fun City, girl
I'm gonna make you scream all night

Honey, honey, call me on the telephone
I know you're moving out to Hollywood
With your can of tasty foam
All those beat up friends of mine
Got to get you in their books
And lead guitars and movie stars
Get their tongues beneath your hood

Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star

Yeah, I heard about your Polaroids
Now that's what I call obscene
Your tricks with fruit was kind of cute
I bet you keep your pussy clean

Honey, I miss your two tongue kisses
Legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to New York, girl
Gonna make you scream all night

Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star

Yes, you are yes, you are yes, you are

Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you
For giving head to Steve McQueen
Yeah, you and me we made a pretty pair
Falling through the Silver Screen

Honey, I'm open to anything
I don't know where to draw the line
Yeah, I'm making bets that you gonna get
(You man) before he dies
(John Wayne)

Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star

A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star
A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star

Yes, you are yes, you are yes, you are