To be someone must be a wonderful thing A famous footballer a rock singer Or a big film star, yes I think I would like that To be rich and have lots of fans Have lots of girls to prove that I'm a man And be no. 1 - and liked by everyone
Getting drugged up with my trendy friends They really dig me and I dig them And the bread I spend - is like my fame - it's quickly diminished
And there's no more swimming in a guitar shaped pool No more reporters at my beck and call No more cocaine it's only ground chalk No more taxis now we'll have to walk
But didn't we have a nice time - Didn't we have a nice time Oh wasn't it such a fine time
I realize I should have stuck to my guns Instead shit out to be one of the bastard sons And lose myself - I know it was wrong - but it's cost me a lot
And there's no more drinking after the club shuts down, I'm out on me arse with the rest of the clowns It's really frightening without a bodyguard So I stay confined to my lonely room
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