Lyrics:

Johnny wanna be a big star
Get on stage and play the guitar
Make a little money, buy a fancy car
Big old house and an alligator…
Just to match with them alligator shoes
He's a rich man so he's no longer singin the blues
He's singing songs about material things
and platinum rings and watches that go bling,
But,
Diamonds don't bling in the dark
He a star now, but he ain't singing it from the heart
Sooner or later hes just gonna fall apart
‘Cause his fans can't relate to his new found art
He ain't doing what he did from the start
and that's putting in some feeling and thought
He decided to live his life shallow,
cash in his love for material,
And it's gone...

[Jack Johnson] --

...gone...going…
gone...everything gone...give a damn…
gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing…
gone people...up awkward with their things…
Gone……

[Will.i.am] --

You see yourself in the mirror, and ya
Feel safe ‘cause it looks familiar, but cha
Afraid to open up your soul, ‘cause ya
Don't really know
Don't really know
Who is
The person thats deep within
‘Cause you content with just being the name brand man, and ya
Fail to see that it's trivial
Insignificant, you addicted to material.
I've seen your kind before
You're the type that thinks souls is sold in a store
Packaged up with incense sticks
With vegatarian meals
To you that's righteous
You're fiction like books
you need to go out to life and look
‘Cause..What happens when they take your material
and you already sold ya soul,
and it's..

[Jack Johnson] --

...gone..going..
gone..everything gone…give a damn...
gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing...
gone people...up awkward with their things...
Gone……

[Will.i.am] --

You say that, time is money
and, money is time
so you got ya mind on ya money
and ya money on ya mind
But what about
That crime thatcha did to get paid
And what about,
That bid, you can't take it to your grave

[Jack Johnson] --

And what about those shoes your in today
They'll do no good…
On the bridges you've burnt along the way

[Will.i.am] --

All that money that you got
Gon' be gone (yeah)
That gear that you rock
gon' be gone
The house up on the hill
gon' be gone
The gold fronts on your grill
gon' be gone
The ice on your wrist
gon' be gone
That nice little miss
gon' be gone
That whip that you roll
gon' be gone
And what's worse is ya soul already gone…

[Jack Johnson] --

...gone...going…
gone...everything gone...give a damn…
gone be the birds when they don't wanna sing…
gone people…up awkward with their things…
Gone……