Who The **** Is Paul McCartney!

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man they say murdered three
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree
Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic
Vegas on acid, seen through Yves St. Laurent glasses
And Ive realized that Ive arrived
Cause it take more than a magazine to kill my Vibe
Does he write his own rhymes, well sort of, I think em
That mean I forgot better **** than you ever thought of
Damn, is he really that caught up?
I ask if you talked about classics, do my name get brought up?
I remember I couldnt afford a Ford Escort
Or even a four-track recorder
So its only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
Its for yourself, thats important
If your stripper name 'Porscha' and you get tips from many men
Then your fat friend, her nickname is 'Minivan'
I Am A God
I Am A God
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man they say murdered three
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree
Just like that
When someone comes up and says something like 'I am a god'
Everybody says 'Who does he think he is?'
I just told you who I thought I was, a god!
I just told you!
Thats who I think I am!
Would it have been better if I had a song that said, 'I am a *****'?
I Am A God
I Am A God
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man they say murdered three
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree