Album: Pointless Nostalgic (2002)
Why is it all these fakers
Seem to nake the morning papers?
They are selling records by the million, seems so easy in my opinion
Lokk at the Jazz Star, he really needs some guts
Playing from seven to midnight, surviving on peanuts
Selling records by the dozen
Probably sold his tenor to make ´em
With artwork designed by his brother
And liner notes by his mother
Told what to do, miming to a tape
While a team of experts make sure you are looking great
Taking a limo to your own private bar
My God! I wanna be a popstar!
Gonna get on the T.V & go on dates with only the pretty
Maybe next yeahr I will pretend to be gay
I will sell more records in a flash that way
Makes no difference if i look like a nut
Every kid in the world is gonna copy my haircut
I will advertise some trainers, maybe even a car
Shrewd product placement will gurantee I am a star
An ugly guy will write my songs
Surley there´s nothing wrong
Retiring when I am 22
With a house a car & nothing to do
Instantaneous satisfaction it´ll be
Got no need for artistic credibility
With this attitude I am bound to go far
My God! I wanna be a popstar!
Where is the middle ground?
It is hard to make a living with you own true sound
What road am I gonna tread?
What the hell would i do instead?
There may be no tours in Roma, or drug-induced designer coma
No teenage girls when show is over, I prefer my women older
Maybe I do not know what I am talking about
Sometimes it´d be nice to play a place & sell out
Driving to a gig in my brand new sports car
My God! I wanna be a popstar!
Maybe its too easy, to move so quickly so far
Who wants to be a popstar?
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