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When will I, will I be famous ? You're suitably at one with your body and the sun, yes you are You've read Karl Marx and you've taught yourself to dance You're the best by far but you keep asking the question Oh, you're not supposed to mention. When will I, will I be famous ? I can't answer, I can't answer that. When will I see my picture in the paper ? I can't answer, I can't answer that. When will I, will I be famous ? You keep asking me, babe You're a slave to fashion and your life is full of passion It's the way you are You've suffered for your art with the iogging in the park You know you should go far ! But you keep asking the question Oh, you're not supposed to mention. When will I, will I be famous ? Oh, I can't tell you when you'll see your name up in lights. When will I, will I be famous ? You keep asking me, babe I can't wait You won't suffer in silence, you're a talent you know that I've noticed You'd like to be a legend, a big star over night ! I can't answer your question, I can't wait, it's driving me insane And you're impossible in patience, tearing at my brain ! When will I, will I be famous ? I can't answer, I can't answer that. |