To Be Someone

To be someone must be a wonderful thing

I could be a footballer or a rock singer

Or a big film star

Yes, I think that I would like

I would like that

To be rich and have a lot of fans

And lots of girls to prove that I'm a man

And to be number one, and liked by everyone

Getting drugged up with my trendy friends

They really dig me, man, and I dig them

But the money that I spend

It is like my fame, man, it's quickly gone

No more swimming in my guitar-shaped pool

No more reporters at my beck and call

No more cocaine, it's only ground chalk

And no more taxis, now we have to walk

But didn't we have a nice time?

Yeah, wasn't it such a nice time?

Didn't we have a nice time...?

I realise I should have stuck to my guns

They shit 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 shut down

And I'm out here on my ass, with the rest of the clowns

I'm really scared without my bodyguard

And I'm sitting all alone in my expensive yard

But didn't I have a nice time?

Wasn't it such a nice time?

Didn't I have a nice time?

Wasn't it such 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...

To be someone must be a wonderful thing

(Ain't that the truth...)