Lyrics:

To Be Someone Must Be A Wonderful Thing
a Famous Footballer A Rock Singer
or A Big Film Star, Yes I Think I Would Like That

to Be Rich And Have Lots Of Fans
have Lots Of Girls To Prove That I'm A Man
and Be No. 1 - And Liked By Everyone

getting Drugged Up With My Trendy Friends
they Really Dig Me And I Dig Them
and The Bread I Spend - Is Like My Fame - It's Quickly Diminished

and There's No More Swimming In A Guitar Shaped Pool
no More Reporters At My Beck And Call
no More Cocaine It's Only Ground Chalk
no More Taxis Now We'll Have To Walk

but Didn't We Have A Nice Time -
didn't We Have A Nice Time
oh Wasn't It Such A Fine Time

i Realize I Should Have Stuck To My Guns
instead Shit Out To Be One Of The Bastard Sons
and Lose Myself - I Know It Was Wrong - But It's Cost Me A Lot

and There's No More Drinking After The Club Shuts Down,
i'm Out On Me Arse With The Rest Of The Clowns
it's Really Frightening Without A Bodyguard
so I Stay Confined To My Lonely Room