| To be someone must be a wonderful thing |
| A famous footballer 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 |
| To be number one — and loved by everyone |
| Getting drugged up with my trendy friends |
| They really dig me, man, and I dig them |
| And the bread I spend, it is like my fame, it’s quickly diminished |
| 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 no more taxis now we have to walk |
| Didn’t I have a nice time |
| Wasn’t it such a nice time |
| Didn’t I have a nice time |
| I realize I should have stuck to my guns |
| You shit me out like one of the bastard sons |
| And I lost myself, but I knew it was wrong |
| And it cost me a lot |
| There’s no more drinking when the club shuts down |
| And I’m out here on my arse with the rest of the clowns |
| I’m really scared without my bodyguard |
| And I’m sitting all alone in my expensive yard |
| 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 |
| I remember it was a nice time |
| To be someone must be a wonderful thing |