Yes, you're suitably at one With your body and the sun Yes, you are You've read Karl Marx And you've taught yourself to dance You know you're best by far But you keep asking the question Oh, you're not supposed to mention You keep asking the question Oh, you're not supposed to mention When will I, will I be famous? I can't answer that, I can't answer that When will I see my picture in the paper? I can't answer that, I can't answer that You're a slave to fashion And your life is full of passion It's the way you are You've suffered from your art From the jogging in the park You know you should go far But you keep asking the question Oh, you're not supposed to mention You keep asking the question Oh, you're not supposed to mention When will I, will I be famous? I can't answer that, I can't answer that When will I see my picture in the paper? I can't answer that, I can't answer that When will I, will I be famous? I can't answer that, I can't answer that When will I, will I be famous?