Lyrics:

(Joe NicholsSteve DeanWil Nance) Here I sit a nobody with no one Bein' me ain't really all that fun Leavin' her wasn't very smart Admittin' I was wrong wouldn't be so hard If it was cool to be a fool I'd be the hippest guy around If a heartache made you famous I'd be known from town to town If tears were made of pennies And a cold beer brought her back My bank account and self esteem Would both be in the black If some Hollywood producer made a movie that was sad About some guy who lost the best thing he ever had Hey, I could be a star If it was cool to be a fool But we all know the way it really is You don't get recognized for doin' things like this You spend a lotta time feelin' sorry for yourself It doesn't really mean that much to anybody else If it was cool to be a fool I'd be the hippest guy around If a heartache made you famous I'd be known from town to town If tears were made of pennies And a cold beer brought her back My bank account and self esteem Would both be in the black If some Hollywood producer made a movie that was sad About some guy who lost the best thing he ever had Hey, I could be a star If it was cool to be a fool Hey, I could be a star If it was cool to be a fool