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
b***** 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
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
b***** 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