To be someone must be a wonderful thing
A famous footballer, or 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,
Have a lot of girls to prove that I'm a man
To be number one and liked by everyone
Getting drugged up with my trendy friends,
They really dig me man, and I dig them
And the money that I spend,
It is like my fame and it's quickly gone
No more swimming in my guitar-shaped pool
No more reporters at my beck and call
No more cocaine, it's only ground chalk
And no more taxis, now we have to walk
But didn't we have a nice time?
Yeah, wasn't it such a nice time?
Didn't we have a nice time?
I realize I should have stuck to my guns,
They shit me out just like a bastard son
And I lost myself and I know that it was wrong
But it cost me a lot
There's no more drinking when the club shuts down
I'm out here on my arse with the rest of the clowns
I'm really scared without my bodyguard
And I'm sitting on my own in my expensive yacht
But didn't I have a nice time?
Wasn't is such a nice time?
Didn't I have a nice time?
Wasn't it such a nice time?
Did I have a nice time?
Did I have a nice time?
I can't remember if I had a nice time...
To be someone must be a wonderful thing
(Ain't that the truth)