Positively Madison Avenue - David Duchovny

Joker man takes off his mask

Reveals a car salesman and at last says

«Grow up, son, you know it’s just a masquerade, now

Be a good boy and get me and the boss a gatorade»

You can work up quite a thirst

Watching all 'em bubbles burst

He tweeted «Son, I don’t like to see you bitter»

But if you wanna get in this kind of shape

Well, it’s abstinence and a protein shake

Or you could lose your appetite

Watching wrong pass for right

Yeah, you could lose your appetite

Watching wrong pass for right

Save me a place at the bar

Bobby Dylan who was selling cars

All hail with stripes and with stars

Bobby Dylan who was selling cars

Voyeurs, critics, bloggers, vultures

Pick their percentage off the carcass of the culture

And what we fiddle as corporations

Pull out to other nations, give Mother Earth a facial

All men are created equal, more or less

Free to negotiate a sequel, God bless!

Don’t call me a hypocrite, naive

You can take this good as given, still believe

Mo-Town slam pictures of Lucky 7

While a beleaguered Pete Seeger has to hitch his way to heaven

I have learned the victor’s secrets

You show panties and still remain a Jesus

Save me a place at the bar

Bobby Dylan who was selling cars

All hail with stripes and with stars

Bobby Dylan who was selling cars

I don’t wanna complain

But this old world seems strange

The writing on the wall, I think

Was written to disappearing ink

I’m sure your morals are beyond reproach

But it’s not like I’m asking you to fly coach

I know it’s uncool not to be ironic

And I know that you’re bulletproof iconic

I really shouldn’t be throwing stones — no

Cause chasing spooks on Fox I made my bones

We’re all guilty of sin

After we’ve forced someone to keep from getting in

And those who used to hustle hope

Fashion nooses now out of a velvet rope

But I guess there’s nothing much to do

Cause only you can write the song to get to you

I guess there’s nothing much to do

Cause only you can write the song to get to you

Save me a place at the bar

Bobby Dylan who was selling cars

Well, I guess I should be goin'

Aw, shit, is that Leonard Cohen?