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