Lyrics:

'Fame and wealth that's what I'm after
Bucks and praise that's what I crave
How I get 'em hardly matters
For these things I'll be your slave

I'll kiss you arse, I'll kiss your keister
Kiss your kisser, kiss you hand
I'll come across, I'll put out plenty
I gotta make it, understand?

My mind, my heart, my soul you got 'em
This ain't no joke, no it's for real
Draw up your papers and I'll sign 'em
In my own blood, let's make a deal

You can have my wife and children
I'll hand over mom and sis
Take my old car, guitar, and banjo
Take 'em all, but I insist on...

Fame and wealth that's what I'm after
Bucks and praise that's what I crave
How I get 'em hardly matters
For these things I'll be your slave.'