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 number one
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 cool
No more cocaine, now 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 when the club shuts down
I'm out on my arse with the rest of the clowns
It's really frightening without a bodyguard
So I stay confined to my lonely room
But didn't we have a nice time
Didn't we have a nice time
Oh, wasn't it such a fine time
To be someone must be a wonderful thing
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