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 c**aine 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 sh** out to be one of the ba*tard 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 a** with the rest of the clowns It's really frightening without a bodyguard So I stay confined to my lonely room