I made my life as a music man
I can't say that I'd ever change it
I counted time and my song began
With no one to help me arrange it
For people who have kinder faces
But there's more to a band
Takes your money just to pay his rent
You put your feet across the door
Step in, go and outstall the floor
The nice man shows you where to slide
You lose your life on the dotted line
you can see right through
What's a star, what's a star,
What's a star, what's a star,
What's a star, what's a star,
If you raise your glasses high
You might see him cross the sky
He's a singer, he's a writer
He's a star, he's a star,
What's a star, what's a star,
If you raise your glasses high
You might see him across the sky
He's a singer, he's a writer
I made my life as a music man
I can't say that I'll ever change it
I counted time and my song began
With no one to help me arrange it
There've been better times
With people who have kinder faces
But there's more to a band
So let's play the music, right
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