I'll make another movieThe same one as the year beforeTake a
tired ideaPut it in the hands of HollywoodI need to talk to
someoneI've been living someone else's lifeI
don't get no mail at my house anymoreMy manager's
brideI'm sitting on a jet planeI'll see my baby soon
enoughI won't take her to the movieI'm worried that
the lines become all blurredI couldn't help but feeling
somethingWhen the boss told us to act that wayI'm ashamed
of my professionI would do the same againI'll make another
movieSame one as the year beforeI'm looking for a
storySomething ludicrous to come up from the streetI won't
play another heavyweightI won't play another big John
ShaftPut me in a frock and leave me to reciteMaybe my career
will die