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 cocaine 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 shit out to be one of the bastard 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 arse with the rest of the clowns

It's really frightening without a bodyguard

so I stay confined to my lonely room