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 Im 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 - its quickly diminished



And theres no more swimming in a guitar shaped pool

No more reporters at my beck and call

No more cocaine its only ground chalk

No more taxis now well have to walk



But didnt we have a nice time -

Didnt we have a nice time

Oh wasnt 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 its cost me a lot



And theres no more drinking after the club shuts down,

Im out on me arse with the rest of the clowns

Its really frightening without a bodyguard

So I stay confined to my lonely room