Lyrics My Magazine - Roger Hodgson

My Magazine

Tell me what you like, I’ll print it all
You need laughs, 'cause you don’t need misery
Just tell me what you need, I’ll tell it all
Screw the facts, I can give you fantasy
My magazine, I’m talking about my magazine…
Just tell me what you want, I print it all
You need help, it’s a sick society
Just tell me what you need, I sell it all
Who needs friends, I’m collecting enemies
Repeat Chorus'