To be someone must be a wonderful thing A famous footballer a rock singer Or a big film star, yes I think that I would like I would like that To be rich and have a lot of fans And lots of girls to prove that I’m a man To be number one - and loved by everyone
Getting drugged up with my trendy friends They really dig me, man, and I dig them And the money that I spend, it is like my fame, and it’s quickly gone
No more swimming in my guitar shaped pool No more reporters at my beck and call No more cocaine, now it’s only ground chalk And I can’t afford a taxi so I have to walk
Didn’t I have a nice time Wasn’t it sucha nice time Didn’t I have a nice time
I realize I should have stuck to my guns You stood me out just like a bastard son And I lost myself, but I know that it was wrong And it cost me a lot
No more drinking cause now the club shuts down And I’m out here on my arse with the rest of you clowns I get really scared without my bodyguard And I’m sitting all alone in my expensive yard
Didn’t I have a nice time Wasn’t it such a nice time Didn’t I have a nice time Wasn’t it such a nice time I remember it was a nice time To be someone must be a wonderful thing