TO BE SOMEONE (DIDN'T WE HAVE A NICE TIME)

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 that

To be rich and have lots of fans

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

And be No. 1, and liked by everyone

Getting 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 diminished

And there's no more swimming in a guitar shaped pool

No more reporters at my beck and call

No more cocaine it's only ground chalk

No more taxis now we'll have to walk

But didn't we have a nice time,

Didn't we have a nice time

Oh wasn't it such a fine time

I 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 lot

And there's no more drinking after the club shuts down,

I'm out on me ass with the rest of the clowns

It's really frightening without a bodyguard

So I stay confined to my lonely room