All Star (Karaoke-Version) Lyrics

Hey now, you're an all star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paidSomebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her foreheadWell the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumbSo much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the backstreets
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glowHey now, you're an all star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the moldIt's a cool place and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now but wait 'til you get older
But the media men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite pictureThe ice we skate is getting pretty thin
The waters getting warm so you might as well swim

My world's on fire, how about yours?
That's the way I like it and I never get boredHey now, you're an all star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the moldHey now, you're an all star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the moldSomebody once asked could I spare some change for gas
"I need to get myself away from this place?"
I said, "Yep, what a concept
I could use a little fuel myself
And we could all use a little change"Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumbSo much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glowHey now, you're an all star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the moldAnd all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold
Songwriters
Gregory CampPublished by
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