Famous Bastard

one day when i'm famous, i'll become a stranger to friends who hung around

when i was down, when i was no one like they are now

arrogance and flashy dress, i want to fall ass backwards into success

all i have to do: is figure out how

want to start at the top of the ladder, got no talent, well that doesn't matter

besides if you deserve it, it makes it a bore

and as i grow rich, i'll move in with some blond bitch

who wouldn't talk to me before

CHORUS

when everyone's seen my picture in a magazine

i'll pack up my bags and head on home

catch up with my friends, swear i'll never to that again

just go back to being unknown

i'll be on E.T., jon tesh will come back just to interview me

if i get a clear shot, i'll shoot him dead

a movie of the week, we'll bitch and moan about being a celebrity

how my life's so great i can't get out of bed

i'll hire a ghost biographer, start to punch out fans and photographers

any critical praise will just make me irate

as i go mad with fame, talk to women in tones that would make the old me ashamed

but i'll never be without a pretty date

you'll read in the news, that i've become a reclusive stranger than howard hughes

and pseudo intellectuals will tell one another

that his material was weak, but at least he became a super freak

the kind you don't take home to mother