I want to be a popstar

I want to be a popstar Lyrics

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Why is it all these fakers, seem to make the morning papers?
they're selling records by the million, seems so easy in my opinion
look at the jazz star, he really needs some guts
playing from seven to midnight, surviving on peanuts
selling records by the dozen, probably sold his tenner to make 'em
with artwork designed by his brother, the liner notes by his mother

told what do to, miming to a tape,
what a team of expects make sure i'm looking great
taking a limo to your own private bar
My God, I want to be a popstar

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Going to get on the TV, and go on dates with only the pretty
maybe next year I'll pretend to be gay,
I'll sell some more records in a flash that way
makes no difference if I look like a nut
every kid in the world is gonna copy my haircut
I'll advertise some trainers, maybe even a car,
shrewd product placement, will guarentee I'm a star

then i think I'll write my songs, surely there is nothing wrong
retiring when I'm 22, with a house, a car, and nothing to do
entertainment satisfaction, it will be,
got no need for artistic credibility,
with this attitude, im sure to go far
My God, I want to be a popstar

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Maybe it's too easy, dee-do-do-do-do-do-doo
to move so quickly, so far dee-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-doo
I want to be a popstar

Where's the middle ground?
it's hard to make a living with your own true sound
what road am I going to tread?
what the hell would I do instead?
and maybe they'll talk it over
or a drug-induced designer coma
no teenage girls, the show is over
I prefer my women older

maybe I don't know what I'm talking about
somethimes it'd be nice to play a place and sell out
driving to a gig, get my brand new sports car
My God, I want o be a popstar

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I want to be a popstar
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Maybe it's too easy, dee-do-do-do-do-do-doo
to move so quickly, so far dee-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-doo
who wants to be a popstar?