| She turned the nightlight on a blew him a kiss. | |
| He stared back through is green crayola eyes. | |
| She traced his likeness from off the back of a disc. | |
| Next to the boxtop promise of the biggest prize. | |
| Joining a fan club with my friends. | |
| Filling our bathtubs with tee shirts and 8 x 10's. | |
| He looks so dreamy, | |
| I'm in love from afar. | |
| When I'm picking up a fallen star. | |
| Downstairs the late show's blasting 'age of the rock'. | |
| The greedy monks playin' last | |
| Sunday at the milky way. | |
| Mom's writing checks to the minister in the corner singing 'dig down deep'. ' | |
| Cause if you wanna go to heaven all you gotta so is pay to pray. | |
| Joining a fan club with my pen. | |
| Filling my bathtub with | |
| Holy water and amens. | |
| He looks so dreamy, | |
| I'm in love from afar. | |
| When I'm picking up a fallen star. | |
| Shake that woody. | |
| Shake it for me | |
| St. Pinocchio. | |
| You've paid your money, now watch that money grow. | |
| Joining a fan club, best be warned. | |
| He turns me on when he wears that lampshade crown of thorns. | |
| We'd be so dreamy, | |
| Sharing his black caviar. | |
| While I'm picking up a fallen star. | |
| Joining a fan club is a big mistake. | |
| I still get heartburn when | |
| I think about all of the stamps | |
| I ate. I wished | |
| I'd loved him, | |
| Before fate crashed his car. | |
| Say a prayer for the fallen star. |