Everybody wants to be a wannabe Living in a limousine Everybody wants to be a tragedy In a supermarket magazine
Everybody wants to be famous Everybody wants more things Everybody longs to feel the pain That a whole lotta money’s gonna bring
Everybody wants their name on the guest list Everybody wants to get in free Everybody wants complete fidelity From two or three lovers simultaneously
Everybody wants to be an individual Everybody else does too All I wanna be is idiot free And outta here with you
Everybody wants to have children No-one wants to hang around Everybody wants the world to cry When they’re lying in the cold cold ground
Everybody wants the ideal body Waiting when they get back home Whether that’s the one in Shanghai, London New York City or the villa in Rome
Everybody wants to be an individual Everybody else does too All I wanna be is idiot free And outta here with you
Everybody thinks they might have been kidnapped And examined in a U.F.O. Everybody’s locked into too much hock To ever think about what they don’t want you to know
And still they’re gunna be an individual Everybody else is too All I wanna be is idiot free And outta here with you