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Wednesday, February 1
the jewelled life.
I'm through with standing in line
to clubs we'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
(Tell me what you need)
I'll need 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
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
And 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 blond hair
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'll 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
And we'll hide out
in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary
and today's who's who
They'll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer
on speed dial
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
Hey, hey
I wanna be a rock star.
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