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