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To be someone must be a wonderful thing
A famous footballer or 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 number one
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
Its quickly diminished
And there's no more swimming in a guitar-shaped pool
No more reporters
At my beck and call
No more Cocaine
Now 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 realise I should have stuck to my guns
Instead of shit out to be one of the bastard sons
And lose myself
I know it was wrong
But it's cost me a lot
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
But didn't we have a nice time?
Didn't we have a nice time?
Oh, wasn't it such a fine time?
To be someone must be a wonderful thing
