You don’t like this scene?
You don’t like my song?
Well if you do
Somewhere I’ve done something wrong.

You don’t like my clothes?
Are my jeans to tight?
Have I ruined your gig?
Somewhere I’ve don’t something right. x2

I know a super star
He’s a smart kid
Real hip, real cool
Well maybe not an A list star
In fact this kid is a class A fool

Few months back started acting keen
Now he reads ID magazine
Poor indie friend
With stubble on his chin
And a dick on his head

It’s not that I don’t like your style
It’s just now you act like a tool
Maybe you can step back for a while
What happened to this nice lad we once knew?

Please shoot this fruit
Cause the boy doesn’t even have a prick like you
And you understand
To the other 3 pricks in your waistband

He got his clothes from retro shop
And he looks like a million bucks
With brand new struts and a nice haircut
Now he's pulled a girl that rules the world

He’s a super star!
He’s a super star!
He’s a super star!

Go back where you came from
Start again where you left off

So you’ve just done a line
Well here’s news I’ve got 32
And I’m a use them
I was put on this earth
To mow boys like you

you treat girls like shit
you put on your front
and you where a silk scarf
and your such a cunt

Go back where you came from
He’s a super star!

You don’t like this scene?
You don’t like my song?
Well if you do somewhere I’ve done something wrong.

You don’t like my clothes?
Are my jeans to tight?
Have I ruined your gig?
Somewhere I’ve don’t something right.

Cause you’ve got the brains
And you’ve got the looks
And they're gonna make you a star Luke
You’re gonna b a super star
You’re gonna be a super star
He’s a super star
He’s a super star!

You don’t like this scene?
You don’t like my song?
Well if you do somewhere I’ve done something wrong.

You don’t like my clothes?
Are my jeans to tight?
Have I ruined your gig?
Somewhere I’ve don’t something right.

Go back where you came from
Start again where you left off.