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, man, 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 when the club shuts down, I'm out on my arse with the rest of the clowns It's really frightening without a bodyguard so I stay confined to my lonely room

TO BE SOMEONE (DIDN'T WE HAVE A NICE TIME)