I’ll make another movie The same one as the year before Take a tired idea Put it in the hands of Hollywood I need to talk to someone I’ve been living someone else’s life I don’t get no mail at my house anymore My manager’s bride I’m sitting on a jet plane I’ll see my baby soon enough I won’t take her to the movie I’m worried that the lines become all blurred I couldn’t help but feeling something When the boss told us to act that way I’m ashamed of my profession I would do the same again I’ll make another movie Same one as the year before I’m looking for a story Something ludicrous to come up from the street I won’t play another heavyweight I won’t play another big John Shaft Put me in a frock and leave me to recite Maybe my career will die