Lyrics:

Oh, Mr. James Dean
He don't belong to anything
Oh, he left before they could get him
With their ways, their wicked ways
Oh, Marilyn Monroe
Where did you go?
I didn't hear all your stories
I didn't see all your glory
But the footballers' wife tells her troubles and strife
I just don't care, in the end who is she to pretend
That she's one of them
I don't think so
And the girl from that show, yes the one we all know
She thinks she's some kinda star, yes you know who you are
I don't think so
I don't think so
Oh Ginger Rogers, Fred Astaire
Won't you dance for me, 'cause I just don't care
What's going on today, I think there's something more
Something more
And I'm gone with the wind like they were before
But I'm believing myself, I think there's something more
There must be something more, I think there's something more
Something more
But still the footballers' wife tells her troubles and strife
I just don't care in the end who is she to pretend
That she's one of them
I don't think so
And the girl from that show, yes the one we all know
She thinks she's some kinda star, yes you know who you are
I don't think so
I don't think so
Oh, I don't believe in the telling of your stories
Throughout your life, there's just something unappealing it
Don't catch my eye
It don't catch my eye
Oh, I don't believe in the selling of your glories before you
Leave this life
There's so much more to see, I don't believe
This is how the world should be
But the footballers' wife tells her troubles and strife
I just don't care in the end who is she to pretend
That she's one of them
I don't think so
And the girl from that show, yes the one we all know
She thinks she's some kinda star, yes you know who you are
I don't think so
I don't think so
The footballers' wife tells her troubles and strife
I just don't care in the end who is she to pretend
That she's one of them