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 thatTo 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 everyoneGetting 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 diminishedAnd there's no more swimming in a guitar shaped pool
No more reporters at my beck and cool
No more cocaine, now it's only ground chalk
No more taxis now we'll have to walkBut didn't we have a nice time
Didn't we have a nice time
Oh, wasn't it such a fine timeI 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 lotAnd 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 roomBut didn't we have a nice time
Didn't we have a nice time
Oh, wasn't it such a fine timeTo be someone must be a wonderful thing