he s the star of the stage and he screams all night cause he can t get to sleep at all and his favorite book by the t v light can t stop the matinee he s played it over and over he can t stop the music or remember the ending to his song he played it much too long all those hard earned words that he s fought from his pen have been forgotten in some empty hall and the wide eyed looks on those wiped out faces make some dreams in such places over and over he can t stop the music or remember the ending to his song he played it much too long wouldn t believe your ears if he told you what the papers use to say but that was in his hey day back in his prime he had the fans in line you should have seen him then now look at him his hair is getting thin there s one last show before the glory ends there in the wings waits his only friend the record that he prayed to over and over he can t stop the music or remember the ending to his song he played it much too long then we go like this and we go like that then we go like this and we go like that can t stop the music then we go like this and we go like that then we go like this and we go like that