my Masarati does one-eighty-five.
i lost my license, now i don't drive.
i have a limo, ride in the back.
i lock the doors in case I'm attacked.
i make hit records, my fans they can't wait.
they write me letters, tell me i'm great.
so I got me an office, gold records on the wall.
just leave a message, maybe I'll call.
lucky I'm sane after all I've been through.
i can't complain but sometimes I still do.
life's been good to me so far.
