You wake up to the sound of a fax machine

There's someone at the window checking out the scene

The cellular is ringing. There are guests in the hall

They are looking for a statement. They are looking for 

it all.



Your manager is sueing you, your lawyer's out of town

The press really suggests that you're nothing but a 

clown

Your secretary's cracking up, she's got to have her fix

And you're still blowing out your brains on Route 66



Everybody wants you. Everybody needs you more and more

Everybody wants you, but everybody isn't what you came 

here for

Everybody wants you. Everybody needs you more and more

Everybody wants you, but everybody isn't what you came 

here for

Everybody wants you



Bloody Mary in the morning, Tequila Sunrise at night

You're coughing and you're sniffing and you look a 

dreadful sight

At you stumble from the courtroom with your coat around 

your face

You're a superstar disaster and you're dying at a 

dreadful pace



The nicotine is killing you, your finger's got the 

shakes

And in an exclusive interview you will admit all your 

mistakes

The doctor's got your body and The Devil's got your 

soul

As your Momma used to tell you, "That's the price of 

rock 'n' roll"



Everybody wants you. Everybody needs you more and more

Everybody wants you, but everybody isn't what you came 

here for

Everybody wants you. Everybody needs you more and more

Everybody wants you, but everybody isn't what you came 

here for

Everybody wants you



You wake up to the sound of a fax machine

There's someone at the window checking out the scene

The cellular is ringing. There are guests in the hall

They are looking for a statement. They are looking for 

it all.



Everybody's talking about how good you used to play

There's speculation about whether '87 was your hey day

Your CD sales are dropping. Your producers is in bed

With your wife who told the media you remind her of The 

Grateful Dead



The Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead, The Grateful Dead



Everybody wants you. Everybody needs you more and more

Everybody wants you, but everybody isn't what you came 

here for

Everybody wants you. Everybody needs you more and more

Everybody wants you, but everybody isn't what you came 

here for

Everybody wants you



Yet there are times when it's still good to be a singer 

in a band

When the hotel rooms are Heaven, and the girls not 

quite so bland

The illusion will remain. The afterparty might explode

Though the carnival is over, we're still rocking down 

that ragtime road



Everybody wants you. Everybody needs you more and more

Everybody wants you, but everybody isn't what you came 

here for

Everybody wants you. Everybody needs you more and more

Everybody wants you, but everybody isn't what you came 

here for

Everybody wants you