Lyrics:

I don't mind telling you.
I don't mind.

Don't try changing me now, model for your ways.
Hey, Joe, make it so, make it so.
You're wasting your time, drop dead in my doorway.
Hey, Joe, whaddya know, what do you know?
Looking in space, you won't find it there.

Hey, Ray, is this the way we're gonna live?
Sell our bodies on Sunset Strip?

I got it bad.
I can't wait 'til they think it's good.
I got it bad.
I can't wait 'til it's understood.
I got it bad.

Don't try pulling my leg with your name-dropping chatter.
Hey, Joe, whaddya know, what do you know?
'Cause you don't got me pegged, no rung on your ladder.
Hey, Joe, make it so, make it so.
If I ever get through, watch out!

I know what it takes.
You got what that is.
And this is the break
I can make you.

I got it bad.
I can't wait 'til they think it's good.
I got it bad.
I can't wait 'til it's understood.
I got it bad.

Shame for the fame and the name of the game.

Hey, Ray, is this the way we're gonna live?
Sell our bodies on Sunset Strip?

I can't wait 'til they think it's good.
I got it bad.
I can't wait 'til it's understood.
I got it bad.
I can't wait 'til they say good.
I got it bad.
I got it bad.

Shame for the fame and the name of the game.