Well someone find his manager He's doin' it again He's stumbled to the lobby With his little Pepsi friend There's no use trying to talk to him It's drivin' round the bend Just say Piss off I was hopin', after Friday, we'd be spared another bout But if we don't get him back to bed They're gonna throw us out When the mounties hit the lobby He started to shout And he said Have you got any idea Who I think I am If you could see me on the stage You'd understand Fame and fortune's just a matter of time He's a legend in his own mind With hot blood and alcohol coursing through his veins A runaway stage coach with no one at the reins I've gotta hand it to him He's got more guts than brains Just said Kiss off Have you got any idea Who I think I am I'm a helluva guy I'm a one-man band Fame and fortune's just a matter of time He's a legend in his own mind Just go and ask him