by Martin Gallop (Martin Gallop)
Timmy go to sleep in a shopping mall
totally oblivious to it all
dreams of gold records on his wall
Timmy go to sleep in a shopping mall
Timmy go to sleep in a studio
cuddled up close to the piano
someday everybody's gonna know
Timmy went to sleep in a studio
Timmy waking up to a big bass drum
has a cup of coffee, knocks off another one
banging out the hits till the day is done
Timmy waking up to a big bass drum
Nobody knows his business
like Timmy knows show business
nobody knows the highs and lows
a guy like Timmy goes through
Timmy's in a field by a big freeway
fifty five miles shy of LA
the sun's coming up it's a beautiful day
Timmy's in a field by a big freeway
Timmy's flying high in a private jet
with some fine young ladies he just met
even though he hasn't taken off yet
Timmy's flying high in a private jet
Fly fly fly so high
off into a beautiful rainbow sky
and fire up the big star maker machine
with all those beautiful rainbow dreams
Timmy go to sleep in a shopping mall
totally oblivious to it all
tyrants rise and kingdoms fall
Timmy go to sleep in a shopping mall