Fistful of Dollars

Lyrics

You wanna dream, son Well I can make you one I'll take you higher than you ever thought you'd go Yes, I can make you And I can break you I make the rules, you pay your dues And don't forget it, son You'll be a big shot I'll make you so hot You'll rise so fast your feet won't ever touch the ground Be the main man, centre attraction Number one I see it's done The greatest thing around Here's a man with a fistful of dollars in his hand Telling me just what I gotta sing But he don't understand I just can't think like the man I don't wanna be a puppet on a string No puppet on a string So here's the rules boy, you'll be my toy You'll be style, be the fashion, be the trend I'll take you so far, you'll be a big star You pay your dues, forget the rules cause they were made to bend Yes, you'll be so big 'cause I can fix it I can make you everything you wanna be You'll be the news boy, teenagers' new toy A private jet, you'll be the set Leave everything to me Repeat Here's a man with a fistful of dollars in his hand...