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 ass 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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written by WELLER, PAUL JOHN
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