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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