Scramble your brains until it rains,
Then dry them out over a fire.
Shout out the truth from a telephone booth,
And somebody calls you a liar.
Run as fast as you can, get away from the man,
And then he invites you to dinner.
Lose all your change, your home on the range,
People still think you're a winner.
Maybe you'll make it, be the man at the top.
Hold the world in your hands, squeeze it 'till it stops, yeah, yeah.
Movies 'till dawn, who's side are you on?
The idiot box got you hooked.
You think he's a friend, got money to lend,
Only to find he's a crook.
Got a citizens band, gonna travel the land.
Smokey's hot, hot on the trail.
Never get caught, no, no, never be bought.
Don't put no faith in the mail.
And maybe you'll make it, be the man at the top.
Hold the world in your hands, squeeze it 'till it stops, yeah, yeah.
You know you got what it takes, you know you got what it takes,
You know you got what it takes, you know you got what it takes.
And maybe you'll make it, be the man at the top.
Hold the worl in your hands, squeeze it 'till it stops, yeah, yeah.
Maybe you'll make it, be the man at the top.
Hold the world in your hands, squeeze it 'till it stops.