To be someone must be a wonderful thing..
A famous footballer a rock singer..
Or a big film star..
Yeah I think that I would like, I would like that..
To be rich and have a lot of fans..
Have a lot of girls to prove that I'm a man..
And to be number one and loved by everyone..
Getting drugged up with my trendy friends..
They really dig me man and I dig them..
But the money that I spent..
It is like my fame and it's quickly gone..
No more swimming in my guitar shaped pool,
No more reporters at my beck and call,
No more cocaine, now it's only ground chalk,
And I can't afford a taxi, so I'll have to walk
Didn't I have a nice time?
Didn't I have a nice time?
Didn't I have a nice time?
Realize I should've stuck to my guns..
They spat me out just like a bastard son..
And I lost myself..
And I know that it was wrong, but it cost me a lot..
There's no more drinking now the club shuts down..
And I'm out here on my arse with the rest of the clowns..
I really scared without my bodyguard..
When I'm sitting all alone in my expensive yard..
But didn't I have a nice time?
Didn't I have a nice time?
Didn't I have a nice time?
Did I have a nice time?
Did I have a nice time?
I can't remember if I had a nice time..
Did I have a nice time?
To be someone must be a wonderful thing..(Ain't that the truth?)