Rockstar

I'm through with standing in line

To clubs we'll never get in

It's like the bottom of the ninth

And I'm never going to win

This life hasn't turned out

Quite the way I want it 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 tell me what you need)

I'll need a credit card

That's got no limit

And a big black jet

With a bedroom in it

Going to 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 going to do it?)

I'm going to trade this life

For fortune and fame

I'd even cut my hair

And change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be

Big rock-stars

And live in hilltop houses

Driving fifteen cars

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 V. I. P

With the movie stars

Every good gold digger's

Going to wind up there

Every Playboy bunny

With her bleach blond hair

And well

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, ah ha)

I'm going to dress my ass

With the latest fashion

Get a front door key

To the Playboy mansion

Going to date a centerfold

That loves to blow my money for me

(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm going to trade this life

For fortune and fame

I'd even cut my hair

And change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be

Big rock-stars

And live in hilltop houses

Driving fifteen cars

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 V. I. P

With the movie stars

Every good gold digger's

Going to wind up there

Every Playboy bunny

With her bleach blond hair

And we'll, hide out

In the private rooms

With the latest dictionary

And today's Who's Who

They'll get you anything

With that evil smile

Everybody's got a drug dealer

On speed dial

Well

Hey hey, I wanna be a rockstar

I'm going to sing those songs

That offend the censors

Going to pop my pills

From a Pez dispenser

I'll get washed-up singers

Writing all my songs

Lip sync them every night

So I don't get them wrong

Well we all just wanna be

Big rock-stars

And live in hilltop houses

Driving fifteen cars

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 V. I. P

With the movie stars

Every good gold digger's

Going to wind up there

Every Playboy bunny

With her bleach blond hair

And we'll, hide out

In the private rooms

With the latest dictionary

And today's Who's Who

They'll get you anything

With that evil smile

Everybody's got a drug dealer

On speed dial

Well

Hey hey, I wanna be a rockstar

Hey hey, I wanna be a rockstar