don't we all. . .

I'm through with standing in line to the clubs I'll never get in It's like the bottom of the ninth and I'm never gonna win This life hasn't turned out quite the way I want it to be (Tell me what you want) I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs And a bathroom I can play baseball in And a king size tub big enough for ten plus me (Yeah, so what you need) I'll need a, a credit card that's got no limit And a big black jet with a bedroom in it Gonna join the mile high club At thirty-seven thousand feet (Been there, done that) I want a new tour bus full of old guitars And my own star on Hollywood Boulevard Somewhere between Cher and James Dean is fine for me (So, how ya gonna do it?) I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame I'd even cut my hair* and change my name 'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap We'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat And we'll hang out in the coolest bars In the VIP with the movie stars Every good gold digger's Gonna wind up there Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blonde hair and well. . . Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes Sign a couple autographs So I can eat my meals for free (I have a quesadilla... on the house) I'm gonna dress my ass with the latest fashion Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion Gonna date a centerfold that loves to blow my money for me (So how ya gonna do it?) I'm gonna trade this life For fortune and fame I'd even cut my hair* And change my name 'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap We'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat And we'll hang out in the coolest bars In the VIP with the movie stars Every good gold digger's Gonna wind up there Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blonde hair And we'll hide out in the private rooms With the latest dictionary in today's who's who We'll get you anything with that evil smile Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial well.. Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar I'm gonna sing those songs that offend the censors Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser Get washed-up singers writing all my songs Lip sync 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong Well we all just wanna be big rockstars Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap We'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat And we'll hang out in the coolest bars In the VIP with the movie stars Every good gold digger's Gonna wind up there Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blonde hair And we'll hide out in the private rooms With the latest dictionary in today's who's who We'll get you anything with that evil smile Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial Well. . . Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

*big mistake. . .

6 comments:

Gordie said...

"So how ya gonna do it?"

Here's to late developers... x

Rimshot said...

'tis all I ever wanted.

mig bardsley said...

I don't think I could do the *just won't eat* bit.
Guess I'll never be a rock star then :(

Dave said...

*Waves, feebly, from his sick-desk [literally, last night]*

ziggi said...

waving hello!

Mel said...

*waving*

No comment. LOL

(though I am sorry to hear that dave's feeling poorly)

(oops..that's a comment, huh?)