Well, I'm shaky and I'm nervous and I'm anxious as hell Manic, seeing static, in a panic as well I'm gonna give myself a heart attack But the doctor says you're much too young for that I'm gonna give myself a heart attack But the doctor says you're much too young
Oh my hero was much younger than I When my hero was immortalized On magnetic tape and digital sound waves There's no grave for the soul No vinyl coffin made of gold
You're made of gold [x7]
I never cared for the radio They don't play him, they don't know My hero lives on video, my hero lives on video You can watch him move as he grooves by frame In a mess of curls as the girls scream his name (Spencer Bell!)
He was the lyricist, a mad scientist An architect of quick wit The best to smoke and drink with The best to joke and think with He was one of the lost The first to be found Keep playing his songs keep us comfort To keep us proud To have known this body Whose soul is still so loud
My hero lives on video [x8]
Well I'm shaky and I'm nervous and I'm anxious as hell Manic, seeing static, in a panic as well I'm gonna give myself a heart attack But the doctor says You're much too young for that