the rider

Deep Purple

I live a life
Of outrageous extravagance
From way up here
Show my talent and elegance
I have some weird peccadillos
Stick em on the rider

When I arrive
I want some heel-clickers
After my doughnut
A couple of lip-lickers
Moisturise them both
Then slap em on the rider

Woe is me
I ll let you know when I m ready to sing
I can t exist
Can t do my thing

Without a brace of
Super hot psycho-ologists
Cover my back
With a sincere apologist
And where s the Dom?
I know I wrote it in the rider

Take me up in a
Private elevator
And don t forget to book a
Bliss appropriator
What happened to the last guy
Check it in the rider

Woe is me
You ll never know when I m ready to sing
I can t exist
Can t do my thing

Keep em waiting
While I prefer to stay
Catch a live performance
Just for me, Cirque du Soleil

Woe is me
I ll let you know
When I m ready to sing
I can t exist
Can t do my thing

Don t call me precious
Priceless is just fine
I m worth even more
In this here swollen head of mine

Before I dance, get my
Poddy-macologist
I got bumps now
Where s my phrenologist
I m off to the Funny Farm
It s all there in the rider