text: Hit it
  The way I see it, he said, you just cant win it
  Everybodys in it for their own gain
  You cant please them all
  Theres always somebody talking you down
  Now, I do my best and I do a good business
  Theres a lot of people asking for my time
  Theyre trying to get ahead
  Theyre trying to be a good friend of mine
  I was a free man in Paris
  I felt unfettered and alive
  There was nobody calling me up for favors
  And no ones future to decide
  And you know Id go back there tomorrow
  But for the work Ive taken on
  Stoking the star-making machinery
  Behind the popular song
  I deal in dreamers and telephone screamers
  Lately I wonder what I do it for
  If I had my way
  Id just walk out those doors
  And wander down the Champs-Élysées
  Going café to cabaret
  Thinking how Id feel when I find
  That very good friend of mine
  I was a free man in Paris
  I felt unfettered and alive
  Nobody was calling me up for favors
  No ones future to decide
  You know Id go back there tomorrow
  But for the work Ive taken on
  Smoking the star-making machinery
  Behind the popular song