Hounded (Bobby Fischer Song) - Tara Turner sings GM Jon

I’m the great Bobby Fischer I made the chessboard quiver So maybe I did some holocaust denial Now they want me put on trial I was rated way higher than anyone Based on the battles that I won
 They steal my royalties and fix the game Then they want to call me insane Hey man, I can’t sing nor play guitar Ain’t nobody gonna make me a rockstar But whatever the hell is wrong with me I wish they’d just leave me be That Larsen, boy did I crush his ego When I hit him with a torpedo He got sunk a straight six-nil With no draws or gestures of good will Psychology was never my style I leave that to the rank and file I just like to make the moves So that only my opponent disapproves Hey man, I can’t sing nor play guitar Ain’t nobody gonna make me a rockstar But whatever the hell is wrong with me I wish they’d just leave me be They say I’m the greatest that’s ever been I put my opponents in a tailspin Then one day in Pasadena They accuse me of some misdemeanour I saw the board with such great clarity All my moves preserved by posterity Just why did they put me in a cell? Like I was some kind of infidel Hey man, I can’t sing nor play guitar Ain’t nobody gonna make me a rockstar But whatever the hell is wrong with me I wish they’d just leave me be They praised my play They praised my mind But now my gambits are all declined They said I had a genius IQ Yet they don’t approve my worldview Yeah I spat on the US of A And now they want to make me pay I saw things so clear on the board And still they think I’m a retard Hey man, I can’t sing nor play guitar Ain’t nobody gonna make me a rockstar But whatever the hell is wrong with me I wish they’d just leave me be