Rockstar

I'm through with standin' in line
at clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
and I'm never gonna win
this life hasn't turned out
quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)...

...I need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet..


...I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name...

Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

...I'm gonna dress my ass
with the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion...

...'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live 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...


...Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar...


I've been digging this song lately. I mean, hell...don't we all just wanna be rockstars?