Well, I'm just an old star man, I got lots of charm
And I'm loved everywhere that I go
I give an awful lot of speeches and I tell a lot of tales
At twelve thousand dollars a show
I do all kinds of OMs, I'm seen in all kinds of homes,
But I feel like I'm losing hope
'Cause I keep gettin' richer, but I can't sell a picture
For the front of Sky and Telescope
(Telescope) Wanna sell a picture for the cover
(Scope) Make some sharp wallpaper for my mother
(Scope) Wanna see my patch of space
on the front of Sky and Telescope
I got a doctor I'm usin' name of Calvin, Susan
Who lets robots look up her dress
I got a 200-googolbyte hard drive
Running out at 14 ms
I got all the techies that money can buy,
And I don't even steal their dope,
And there's a hole in the middle, but I can't give a diddle
'Cause I'm not in Sky and Telescope    (Cho.)
I got millions of star-eyed New Age groupies
Who chant every thing that I say
I got a genuine Indian shaman
Who's chartin' me the Milky Way
Well, it's all designed to blow your minds
But mine won't really be blown
Like the beam of a laser passin' through a quasar
On the front of Sky and Telescope    (Cho.)

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