i wanna be Steve McQueen
speeding down the PCH
with hippie chicks in my limousine
or driving a black shelby cobra
with a glossy afro-sheen
i wanna be Steve McQueen
studying kung fu with
bruce lee
talking film with roman
polanski
ending my days in an
aircraft hanger
with a hot young thing
. . . you know what I mean
i wanna be Steve
McQueen
didn’t know his pa . . . given up by his ma
he split the scene at fourteen
busted by the cops, he had to come clean
cause in the school of hard knocks
he’s the dean
you wanna know who I am officer?
my name is Steve McQueen
he’s got the style . . . he’s
got the moves
he’s the sound when the
rhythm grooves
his antidote for life
was simple and true
just hand him a joint
or a bottle of brew
or hop on a bike and
hang with his crew
he did what he did
because we needed him to
life’s not about what you give or take
life's about what you leave in your wake
you can call me crazy, but what i've seen
there’s a whole lot of cogs
and very few machines
so when I gotta go
i wanna be seen
drivin' down my own road
just like Steve McQueen
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