I wanna be a Rockstar

I'm through with standing in line
to clubs we'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
and I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
quite the way I want it to be

Yes, true. Why things doesn't go my way? Why don't people let me go first in any Qs? Was I born this way? To be like any other citizen here.

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

Where? Beverly Hills. Thats where I want to be. Party every night with all my friends. Singing and dancing all night long.

I'll need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet

It'll be a dream coming true. And I wanted lots of little blue-eyed teenage groupies.

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

The first time I heard Slash has more than 250 les paul, i just smiled. :D Why does he need so much of that thing when I didn't even have one? I've always wanted it, and will have it when I became a rockstar.

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

Hmmm..... my name. Kurt, Mark, Roger..... ah.. they all go well with me.

'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
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
(and well)Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
(hmmm well)Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

Not just the coolest cars, but Bal Harbour Island's limousine. Name a car and I will have it. And I'm gonna rock till I drop. Babes, Bullets, Bombs... man, I love this game.

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free

I'm 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

Dating a centerfold? Who will it be? Will it be Kimberley? or Shallan? or Teri?

I'm gonna sing those songs
that offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills
from a pez dispenser
I'll get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip sync em every night so I don't get 'em wrong

Praise be the technology. If I get too drunk to sing my songs, they're always there to save the day. And I'll see my picture on the cover of Rolling Stones. I'll sing about beauty, truth at ten thousand dollars a show. I'll have golden fingers and will be loved everywhere I go. Huizzz, I wanna be a rockstar.