To Be Someone

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