Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rockstar (In the Style of Nickelback), artist - All Hits Gold. Album song Pop Instrumentals: Noughties Classics, Vol. 22, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 16.06.2013
Record label: Singsongs
Song language: English
Rockstar (In the Style of Nickelback) |
I’m through with standing in line |
To clubs we’ll never get in |
It’s like the bottom of the ninth |
And I’m never gonna win |
This life hasn’t turned out |
Quite the way I want it to be |
(Tell me what you want) |
I want a brand new house |
On an episode of Cribs |
And a bathroom I can play baseball in |
And a king size tub big enough |
For ten plus me |
(So what you need?) |
I’ll need a credit card that’s got no limit |
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it |
Gonna join the mile high club |
At thirty-seven thousand feet |
(Been there, done that) |
I want a new tour bus full of old guitars |
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard |
Somewhere between Cher and |
James Dean is fine for me |
(So how you gonna do it?) |
I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame |
I’d even cut my hair and change my name |
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars |
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars |
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap |
We’ll all stay skinny 'cause we just won’t eat |
And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars |
In the VIP with the movie stars |
Every good gold digger’s |
Gonna wind up there |
Every Playboy bunny |
With her bleach blond hair |
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar |
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar |
I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels |
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes |
Sign a couple autographs |
So I can eat my meals for free |
(I'll have the quesadilla, uh huh) |
I think I’m gonna dress my ass |
With the latest fashion |
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion |
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to |
Blow my money for me |
(So how you gonna do it?) |
I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame |
I’d even cut my hair and change my name |
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars |
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars |
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap |
We’ll all stay skinny 'cause we just won’t eat |
And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars |
In the VIP with the movie stars |
Every good gold digger’s |
Gonna wind up there |
Every Playboy bunny |
With her bleach blond hair |
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar |
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar |
And we’ll hide out in the private rooms |
With the latest dictionary and today’s who’s who |
They’ll get you anything with that evil smile |
Everybody’s got a drug dealer on speed dial |
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar |
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar |
I’m gonna sing those songs |
That offend the censors |
Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser |
I’ll get washed-up singers writing all my songs |
Lip sync em every night so I don’t get 'em wrong |
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars |
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars |
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap |
We’ll all stay skinny 'cause we just won’t eat |
And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars |
In the VIP with the movie stars |
Every good gold digger’s |
Gonna wind up there |
Every Playboy bunny |
With her bleach blond hair |
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar |
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar |
And we’ll hide out in the private rooms |
With the latest dictionary and today’s who’s who |
They’ll get you anything with that evil smile |
Everybody’s got a drug dealer on speed dial |
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar |
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar |