You can't please them all
Stokin' the star maker machinery
No one's future to decide
There's always somebody callin' you down
You know I'd go back there tomorrow
I deal in dreamers and telephone schemers
They're trying to get ahead
I was a free man in Paris, I was unfettered and alive
If I had my way, I'd walk through that door and wander
As a lot of people asking for my time
But for the work I'm taking on
And try and be a good friend of mine
Everybody's in it for their own game
And I do my best and I do good business
Behind the popular song
Down the Champs Elysees going from cafe to cabaret
There was nobody to call me up for favors
Lately I wonder what I do it for
The way I see it, I just can't win it