Teenage Gigolo

Spent all my days playing my guitar
Your mom said I looked like an star
She drove me around in her car
Gave me a kiss and took of her bra
And after we was done
She laid some money on my chest
"How does it feel my boy, to be possessed?"

I was a teenage gigolo
Sold my soul to rock'n'roll

Now I'm twenty years old
All the ladies have found new toys
And I feel abandoned and lonely
But what is worse I got no money
So what do you say
Doesn't five bucks a fuck
Sound like a deal, honey?
I'm just a product

I was a teenage gigolo
Sold my soul to rock'n'roll
We are all gigolos
We are all prostitutes
We are all a bunch of whores
Sold our soul to the industry