To Be Someone

To be someone must be a wonderful thing..

A famous footballer a rock singer..

Or a big film star..

Yes I think that I would like, I would like that..

To be rich and have a lot of fans..

Have a lot of girls to prove that I'm a man..

To be number one and loved by everyone..

Getting drugged up with my trendy friends..

They really dig me man and I dig them..

And the money that I spent..

It is like my fame and it's quickily gone..

No more swimming in my guitar shaped pool,

No more reporters at my beck and call,

No more cocaine, it's only ground chalk,

And no more taxi's now we have to walk..

But didn't we have a nice time?

Wasn't it such a nice time?

Didn't we have a nice time?

I realize I should've stuck to my guns..

They shit me out just like a bastard son..

And I lost myself..

And I know that it was wrong, but it cost me a lot..

No more drinking when the club shuts down..

I'm out here on my ass with the rest of you clowns..

I'm really scared without my bodyguard..

And I'm sitting on my own in my expensive yard..

But didn't I have a nice time?

Wasn't it such a nice time?

Didn't I have a nice time?

Wasn't it such a nice time?

Did I have a nice time?

Did I have a nice time?

I can't remember if I had a nice time..

To be someone must be a wonderful thing..(Ain't that the truth?)