Barking Up The Wrong Tree

He wants to be a big man he wants to be a star He’s a little bit too keen
 on showing his guitar 
He’s done his homework 
and he’s dressed to impress
 He’s living to be nearly perfect 
and is dying for succes

 Get it on Don’t come to close to me Stop banging on my door Don’t feel like flattery That you’re asking for 
Don’t come to close to me Don’t follow me around You drain my battery You're barking up the wrong tree He pretends to be in the gutter Says he’s been around How-many-times do you think he’s been To the poor part of town See the golden spoon kid 
He dresses in disguise Trading cards with the working class Keeps his eyes on the price 
Here we go again Don’t come to close to me Stop banging on my door Don’t feel like flattery That you’re asking for 
Don’t come to close to me Don’t follow me around You drain my battery You're barking up the wrong tree