| Why is it all these fakers
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| Seem to make the morning papers?
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| They’re selling records by the million, seems so easy in my opinion
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| Look at the Jazz Star, he really needs some guts
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| Playing from seven to midnight, surviving on peanuts
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| Selling records by the dozen
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| Probably sold his tenor to make 'em
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| With artwork designed by his brother
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| And liner notes by his mother
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| Told what to do, miming to a tape
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| While a team of experts make sure you’re looking great
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| Taking a limo to your own private bar
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| My God! |
| I want to be a popstar!
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| Going to get on the T. V and go on dates with only the pretty
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| Maybe next year I’ll pretend to be gay
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| I’ll sell some more records in a flash that way
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| Makes no difference if i look like a nut
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| Every kid in the world is going to copy my haircut
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| I’ll advertise some trainers, maybe even a car
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| Shrewd product placement will gurantee I’m a star
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| An ugly guy will write my songs
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| Surley there is nothing wrong
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| Retiring when I’m 22
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| With a house a car and nothing to do
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| Instantaneous satisfaction it will be
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| Got no need for artistic credibility
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| With this attitude I’m pretty sure to go far
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| My God! |
| I want to be a popstar!
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| Maybe its too easy, to move so quickly so far
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| I want to be a popstar!
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| Where’s the middle ground?
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| It’s hard to make a living with you own true sound
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| What road am I going to tread?
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| What the hell would i do instead?
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| There may be no tours in Roma, or a drug-induced designer coma
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| No teenage girls when show is over, I prefer my women older
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| Maybe I don’t know what I’m talking about
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| Sometimes it would be nice to play a place and sell out
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| Driving to a gig in my brand new sports car
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| My God! |
| I want to be a popstar!
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| I want to be a popstar!
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| Maybe its too easy, to move so quickly so far
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| Who wants to be a popstar? |