Hit Parade
Do you feel that you're bigger
When they tap you on the shoulder
Your happiness is endless
You serve only for a purpose
Your head is in a saucepan
They use it, and why wouldn't they?
You are just a puppet on a string,
All the money they take for themselves.
Come on now, the refrain everybody
Hit parade of this town
Hit parade, where is it now?
Hit parade of this town
Hit parade, what is now?
The night between Friday and Saturday
The audience left the Grand Show studio
Satisfied, having seen their heroes,
Their thighs, their knees,
Their breasts, their navels.
Do you feel happy,
Is your smile still the same,
When somebody with your gift,
In their purposes uses you?
You are nothing but a name
They take everything else,
But what can be done with it now,
Now it is all in the media.