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
