I'm through with standing in line
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to the clubs I'll never get in
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It's like the bottom of the ninth
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and I'm never gonna win
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This life hasn't turned out
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quite the way I want it to be
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(tell me what you want)
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I want a brand new house
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on an episode of Cribs
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And a bathroom I can play baseball in
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And a king size tub big enough
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for ten plus me
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(yeah, so what you need)
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I'll need a, a credit card that's got no limit
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And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
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Gonna join the mile high club
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At thirty-seven thousand feet
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(Been there done that)
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I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
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My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
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Somewhere between Cher and
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James Dean is fine for me
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(So how you gonna do it?)
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I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
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I'd even cut my hair and change my name
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[CHORUS]
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'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
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Livin' in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
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The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
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We'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat
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And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
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In the VIP with the movie stars
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Every good gold digger's
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Gonna wind up there
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Every Playboy bunny
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with her bleach blonde hair
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and well..
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Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
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Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
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I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
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Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
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Sign a couple autographs
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So I can eat my meals for free
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(I'll have the quesadilla... ha ha)
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I'm gonna dress my ass
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with the latest fashion
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Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
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Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
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blow my money for me
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(So how you gonna do it?)
|
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I'm gonna trade this life
|
For fortune and fame
|
I'd even cut my hair
|
And change my name
|
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'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
|
Livin' 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 blonde hair
|
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
|
With the latest dictionary
|
in today's who's who
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We'll get you anything
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with that evil smile
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Everybody's got a
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drug dealer on speed dial
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well..
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Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
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I'm gonna sing those songs
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that offend the censors
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Gonna pop my pills
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from a Pez dispenser
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Get washed-up singers writing all my songs
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Lip sync 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong
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Well we all just wanna be big rockstars
|
Livin' 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 blonde hair
|
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
|
With the latest dictionary
|
in today's who's who
|
We'll get you anything
|
with that evil smile
|
Everybody's got a
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drug dealer on speed dial well..
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Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
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Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
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Rock Star
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Nickelback |