Lyric Western Star

sun she burns mean and big i think i ll go to Cafe Noir
big screen turns me on i m gonna be your western star
how hard can it be?
i get my freon bingo inside your cool soft sarong
rolling on the moquette inside a cul-de-sac kampong
how hard can it be?
how hard can it be when you re a western star?
shining and free don t you know that a star burns best?
how hard can it be?
i said now how hard can it be?
she s so sentimental she s got my picture in her head
the tool-man is in her dreams
i was lifted when she said how hard can it be?
and now he s headed skyward standing up on piles of plywood
and all he thinks about is how he looks like Heroes-period Bowie
and his figure blocks the light
and he takes away the night
and he s dancing to the new bolero
you soy un pistolero i m not shakin in my boots
i m ruler of this moon boy so if you move i shoots
how hard can it be?