VERSE 1
                 I'm through with standing in line to clubs we'll never get in,
          It's like bottom of the ninth and I'm never gonna win,
                                                    This life hasn't turned out quite the way I want it to be.

VERSE 2
         I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs,
      And a bathroom I can play baseball in,
                                         And a king size tub big enough for ten plus me.

VERSE 3
           I'll 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.

VERSE 4
         I want a new tour bus full of old guitars,
       My own star on Hollywood Boulevard,
                                              Somewhere between Cher and James Dean is fine for me.
 [bad word] INTRO
          I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame,
         I'd even cut my hair and change my name.
 [bad word] 1
          'Cause we all just want to be big Rockstars,
            And live in Hilltop Houses driven fifteen cars,
    The [bad word] easy and the [bad [bad word] 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,
      Every good gold diggers gonna wind up there.
                           Every playboy bunny with her bleach blonde hair,
                     Hey hey i wanna be a Rockstar!
                     Hey hey i wanna be a Rockstar!

VERSE 1
           I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels,
     Hire eight body guards who love to beat up [bad word] 
                                                Sign a couple autographs so I can eat my meals for free.

VERSE 2
          I'm gonna dress my [bad word] with the latest fashion,
      Get a front door key to the Playboy Mansion,
                                                     Gonna date a centerfold that loves to blow my money for me.
 [bad word] INTRO
          I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame,
         I'd even cut my hair and change my name.
 [bad word] 2
          'Cause we all just want to be big Rockstars,
            And live in Hilltop Houses driven fifteen cars
    The [bad word] easy and the [bad [bad word] 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,
      Every good gold diggers gonna wind up there,
                           Every playboy bunny with her bleach blonde hair,
        And we'll hide out in the private rooms,
         With the latest dictionary and todays who's who,
        They'll get you anything with that evil smile,
                           Everybodys got a [bad word] dealer on speed dial,
                          Well Hey hey i wanna be a Rockstar!

BRIDGE
          I'm gonna sing those songs that offend the censors,
      Gonna pop my pills from a pez despenser,
    Get washed up singers writing all my songs,
    Lip sync 'em everynight so i won't get them wrong!
 [bad word] 
                        ...Hey Hey I wanna be a Rockstar!
                     (let ring)
Hey hey I wanna Be a Rockstar!