If you party hearty If you make the scene If you've got the jones For a limousine Forget your worries And the wya things are Spend a day in the life Of a superstar! Star life Staarraarraarr life Star life Staarraarraarr life On Monday morning, he checks the news He's number one in rhythm and blues From record to record he tops the sheet And the other stars cannot compete He hits the notes that are so high The men just stare and the women cry They come to see him from near and far The man they made a superstar The genuine owner of twenty cars Spends all his days among the stars And when he's got to cool out and chill Got a brand new house at the top of the hill One of a kind, not even two Push bu*ton down with an open view And every room's got a new TV And every dog's got a pedigree Livin' every day in the life of a star Star life! Livin' every day in the life of a star Star life! Huh! He's got a mansion up in Beverly Hills With a great big swimming pool Got a townhouse back in old New York Where he used to go to school And some folks say He's got his own chalet If he wants to go and ski And a house in France For a little romance Outside of gay Pari! Ha ha, ha ha! Star life Staarraarraarr life Star life Staarraarraarr life Star life Staarraarraarr life Star life Staarraarraarr life Wherever he goes, he sets the mood With the fly, fly clothes and the fancy food All over the town with the pretty girl He makes the scene and he rocks the world He's makin' money, maybe even the most With the ba** that's known from coast to coast He gets the best; he gets it all He's got fifty gold records up on the wall!