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