Lyrics:

Im through with standing in line to clubs Ill never get in
Its like the bottom of the ninth and Im never gonna win
This life hasnt turned out quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)
I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough for ten plus me
(Ah, so what you need?)
Ill need a, a credit card thats got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club at thirty-seven thousand feet
(Been there, done that)
I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
Im gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
Id even cut my hair and change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
Well all stay skinny 'cause we just wont eat
And well hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold diggers gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair, and we'll
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar, oh
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight bodyguards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs so I can eat my meals for free
(Ill have the quesadilla, ha-ha)
Im gonna dress my ass with the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
Im gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
Id even cut my hair and change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
Well all stay skinny 'cause we just wont eat
And well hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold diggers gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair, and we'll
And well hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of todays whos who
Theyll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybodys got a drug dealer on speed dial, well
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

Im gonna sing those songs that offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a Pez dispenser
Get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip sync 'em every night so I dont get 'em wrong

Well, we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
Well all stay skinny 'cause we just wont eat
And well hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold diggers gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair
And well hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of todays whos who
Theyll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybodys got a drug dealer on speed dial, well
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar, oh
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar