So you want to be a rock & roll star
Well listen now to what I say
Get yourself an electric guitar
And take some time and learn how to play
And when your hair's combed right
And your pants are tight
It's gonna be all right
With time you go downtown
To the agent man, he won't let you down
Sell your soul to the company
They're all waiting there
To sell a plastic prayer
And in a week or two, if you make the charts
The girls will tear you apart
What you pay for these riches and fame
Well it's all a vicious game
You're a little insane
What you get is the public acclaim
Don't forget who you are
You're a rock & roll star
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