Icon
And he make them cry
Ha, ha
Flew in from San Remo to L.A.X.
Three private rows just to lay
My precious head down
So many autographs I can' t keep pace
God bless those photocopied glossies in my suitcase
Young girls are always calling me a classic gigolo
It's not my fault that all these women
Want to chase me so
Don't you want to know me too?
I love to be an icon
Super strong, obnoxious little moron
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey, hey
Icon, sing-a-long, we can never do no wrong
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey, hey look at me I'm smilin'
I got so much money this is really quite obscene
Royalty statements come when
I don't even know the Queen
Some say my talent is a scandalous sin
Well I bought a new house just to fit my ego in
I look in the mirror a thousand times before I go to sleep
When I close my eyes, I see my face
Instead of counting sheep
Don't you want to see me too?
I love to be an icon
Super strong
Obnoxious little moron, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey
Icon, sing-a-long
We can never do no wrong, yeah, yeah, hey, hey
Icon, Babylon, super hero
King Kong, yeah, yeah
I love to be an icon
Jimmy bond, dancin' in this marathon, yeah, yeah
And now they serve me caviar
Oh what the hell is a sturgeon anyway?
Now I'm drivin' a big car
I dug a moat just to keep the people away
Look at me I'm smilin', ha
Ha, ha
I love to be an icon
Icon super strong
Obnoxious little moron, yeah, yeah, yeah
Icon, sing-a-long
We can never do no wrong, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know, you know
I love to be an icon, Babylon, super hero
King Kong, yeah, yeah
Oh icon Jimmy bond
Livin' in this marathon, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
(Icon)
I'm a tall nasty cobra
Oh yeah, mister icon
(Icon, o-o)
(You dug a moat to just keep the people away, icon)
Now they serve me caviar
What the hell is a sturgeon anyway?
Now I'm drivin' a big, big car
(You dug a moat just to keep the people away)
Autor(es): Corey Hart