Western Star

Sun, she burns mean and big, I think Ill go to Cafe Noir
Big screen turns me on, Im gonna be your western star
How hard can it be? I get my freon bingo
Inside your cool and soft sarongRolling on the moquette inside a cul-de-sac kampong
How hard can it be? How hard can it be
When youre a western star shining and free?
Dont you know that a star burns best?
How hard can it be? I said now how hard can it be?Shes so sentimental, shes got my picture in her head
The tool man is in her dreams, I was lifted when she saidHow hard can it be? How hard can it be
When youre a western star, shining and free?
Dont you know that a star burns best?
How hard can it be? I said now how hard can it be?Now hes headed skyward, standing up on piles of plywood
And all he thinks about is how he looks like Heroes-period Bowie
And his figure blocks the light and he takes away the night
And hes dancing to the new boleroYou soy un pistolero, Im not shakin in my boots
Im ruler of this moon, boy, so if you move I shootHow hard can it be? How hard can it be
When youre a western star shining and free?
Dont you know that a star burns best?
How hard can it be? I said now how hard can it be?How hard can it be
When youre a western star, shining and free?
Dont you know that a star burns best?
How hard can it be? I said now how hard can it be?
How hard can it be?Dancing to the new bolero
Dancing to the new bolero
Dancing to the new bolero
Dancing to the new bolero
Dancing to the new bolero