I can't explain glacial motion or why Los Angeles don't drop into the ocean I can't unfold the layers of mystery or piece together the tragedy of history, cause those lucky fuckers, They don't have to work Big 3D billboards and big 30-foot smirks
Everybody wants to be naked and famous, Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked..... and famous
I met a poet, said she didn't like the smell of it then took her clothes off in a restaurant for the hell of it I met a DJ who lived in seclusion Reality and sobriety were her only delusions, and those lucky bastards they didn't have to work Big 3D billboards and big 30-foot smirks
and everybody wants to be naked and famous, everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked..... and famous
Kick it!
Don't get a nosebleed, don't get upset We can't be naked and famous just yet There's a big old dollar sign on the sunset strip You can send your friend a postcard It ain't worth the trip
everybody wants to be naked and famous, everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked.....
everybody wants to be naked and famous, everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked.....
everybody wants to be naked and famous, everybody wanna be just like me I'm nakeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed.....
everybody wants to be naked and famous, everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked.....
Chewie, is that you? Chewie! Chewie! Chewie, is that you? Chewie, is that you? Chewie.... What time is it?