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
