Rockstar

I’m through with standing in line, to clubs ill never get in

It’s like the bottom of the ninth and Im never gonna win

This life hasnt turned out quite the way I want 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?)

Im gonna trade this life for fortune and fame

I’d even cut my hair and change me name

Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars

And live in hilltop houses driving 15 cars

The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap

We’ll all stay skinny cause we just wont eat and we’ll

Hang out in the coolest bars, in the VIP with the movie stars

Every good gold diggers gonna wind up there

Every playboy bunny with her bleached blonde hair and we’ll

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, on the house)

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

Im gonna sing those songs that offend the census

Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser

Get washed up singers writing all my songs

Lip sing em every night so I dont get em wrong