Marco plays piano
Marco's twenty-one
Marco is a former junkie
And a Danish actor's son
Marco dates a model
Marco's very tall
Marco got a deal with Sony
And a gig at Carnegie Hall
And I'm getting out
I can tell when the walls are just too high to climb
I'm getting out
I could work it, but I'd just be wasting time
Just look away
He may never be Cole Porter
But he knows a bunch of words that sorta rhyme
You could be blessed with perfect pitch
You could be pretty, you could be rich
You could get burned and you could just bitch
But I am getting out
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Marco does a concert
Lines around the block
Girls are there with their midriffs bare
And the boys in a state of shock
They sell t-shirts and posters
And autographed coasters
They're raking in the bucks
With everyone so happy
Why complain that the music sucks?
I'm getting out
Leave a little room, I'll take my final bow
'Cause I'm getting out
It's too late to find a plastic surgeon now
I just walk away
After all, if fame is fleeting
I'm too old to be competing anyhow
You might have traded your guts for gold
You might be missing the soul you sold
You might wanna die before you get old
But I am getting out
♪
It's nice to be in Naples
It's nice to be at peace
I've really had a lovely trip
But I'm ripping up my lease
And I'm getting out!
I have never been so bored out of my mind!
I'm getting out!
I'm escaping from this Hell that I've designed!
I just walked away
But I guess I've gotten tougher
'Cause I'm goin' back to suffer with my kind
Maybe you think I haven't grown
Maybe it's what you've always known
But if I can't whine and piss and moan
Then I am getting out!
I'm getting out!
I'm getting out!
I'm getting out!
I'm getting out!