Yes you're suitably at one with your body and the sun

Yes - you - are-are

You've read Karl Marx and you've taught yourself to dance

You're the - best - by - far-ar

But you keep asking the question

One you're not supposed to mention, hey-yay-ay



When will I, will I be famous

(I can't answer, I can't answer that)

When will I see my picture in the paper

(I can't answer, I can't answer that)

When will I, will I be famous

You keep asking me ba-abe



You're a slave to fashion and your life is full of passion

It's the - way - you - are-are

You've suffered for your art with the jogging in the park

You know you - should -go - far-ar

But you keep asking the question

One you're not supposed to mention, yay-ay-yeah-eah



When will I, will I be famous

(I can't answer, I can't answer that)

When will I see my picture in the paper

(I can't answer, I can't answer that)

When will I, will I be famous

You keep asking me ba-abe

I can't wai-ait



I can't answer your question

It's drivin' me insa-ane

And your impossible impatience

Tear-earing at my brain



(When will I, when will I)

When will I, will I



When will I, will I be famous

(I can't answer, ooh, I can't answer that)

When will I see my picture in the paper

(I can't answer, I can't answer that)