To Be Someone
To Be Someone
To be someone must be a wonderful thing
I could be a footballer or 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
And to be number one, and liked by everyone
Getting drugged up with my trendy friends
They really dig me, man, and I dig them
But the money that I spend
It is like my fame, man, it's quickly gone
No more swimming in my guitar-shaped pool
No more reporters at my beck and call
No more cocaine, it's only ground chalk
And no more taxis, now we have to walk
But didn't we have a nice time?
Yeah, wasn't it such a nice time?
Didn't we have a nice time...?
I realise I should have stuck to my guns
They shit me out just like a bastard son
And I lost myself, and I know that it was wrong
But it cost me a lot
There's no more drinking; now the club shut down
And I'm out here on my ass, with the rest of the clowns
I'm really scared without my bodyguard
And I'm sitting all alone in my expensive yard
But 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?
Did I have a nice time...?
Did I have a nice time...?
I can't remember if I had a nice time...
To be someone must be a wonderful thing
(Ain't that the truth...)