Oh, Mr James Dean, he don't belong to anything. Oh he left before they could get him, With their ways, their wicked ways. Oh Marilyn Monroe, where did you go? I didn't hear all your stories I didn't see all your glory. But the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strife I just don't care in the end who is she to pretend That she's one of them I don't think so. And the girl from that show yes the one we all know she thinks she's some kinda star, yes you know who you are. I don't think so. I don't think so. Oh ginger Rogers, Fred Astaire Won't you dance for me cos I just don't care What's going on today, I think there's something more, something more. And I'm gone with the wind like they were before. But I'm believing myself I think there's something more There must be something more, I think there's something more, something more. [Chorus] Oh I don't believe in the telling of your stories throughout your life, there's just something unappealing it don't catch my eye it don't catch my eye. Oh I don't believe in the selling of your glories before you leave this life there's so much more to see, I don't believe this is how the world should be. [Chorus]