Lyrics

I’ve read the letters and the secrets that you talk about
I know the reason why you’re in and why you’re going out
‘Cuz every Sunday there’s a record of the rock about me
About me.

Dressed like a pimp, I’ve got a cane; just let me walk it out
A little birdie on the corner with her feathers out
A little ragamuffin center baby suck it out, see
About me.

So tell your best friend, baby, tell your mother all about
The right hand, then the left, all about
Some sign language for your deaf friend, about me
And if the sun don’t set, you can place your bet and you’ll see
It’s all about me.

I saw a movie can you guess what it was all about?
I overheard the people as the film was letting out
And every conversation that I heard was all about me
About me.

And all the newspaper next day stories were all about
Maureen Dowd, Frank Rich…all about
The talk shows so your ex knows about me
And if the sun don’t rise then it’s no surprise and you’ll see
It’s all about me.

And as I looked around I began to see
The whole world was all about me
Like Shakespeare and Evolution
Crop Circles, even the Bible
All about me

And David Lynch films and String Theory
Red States and Blue States
And all states of being
And even your diary…

So tell your best friend, baby, tell your mother all about
The right hand, then the left, all about
Some sign language for your deaf friend, about me
And if the sun don’t set, you can place your bet and you’ll see
It’s all about me.