Ian Dury
"Cowboys"


They say itÂ's tough out there and thatÂ's for sure
You pay your way twice over if not more
They say thatÂ's the proce of fame, and now youÂ've made your name
Your freinds donÂ't even treat you like they used to do before
They quote the man stars whoÂ've died so young
From the fermament you seek to walk among
They tell you who went mad, who went from good to bad
And they warn you of the dangers that await the highly strung

Who the hell are they?
And who cares what they say?
Who only seek to worry and alarm
DonÂ't give those dogs thier day
DonÂ't let them get thier way
‘Cos I can see that fameÂ's done you no harm

They say what you sacrifeced to be the best
Did you loose all other perpose in your quest?
They say that fameÂ's your only goal and it messes up your soul
And they mension Elvis Presley and youÂ're supposed to know the rest
They tell you cherish every minute that youÂ're hot
So at least yourÂ'll have some memories when youÂ're not
They say wehn fame becomes dispair, you abandon what you learn
Which makes it that much harded to give up what youÂ've got

Who the hell are they?
And who cares what they say?
Who only deal in envy and dismay
DonÂ't give those dogs thier day
DonÂ't let them get thier way
IÂ'm glad to see your picture everywhere

They say celebrity extracts a heavy tole
That the devil soon appears to take control
They say it leads you by the nose and they resite the names of those
Who bled apon the alter of the demon rock ‘nÂ' roll

Who the hell are they?
And who cares what they say?
Who only seek to worry and alarm
DonÂ't give those dogs thier day
DonÂ't let them get thier way
‘Cos I can see that fameÂ's done you no harm