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 and 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? 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?

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 shoot

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?

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?

How hard can it be?

Dancing to the new bolero

Dancing to the new bolero

Dancing to the new bolero

Dancing to the new bolero

Dancing to the new bolero