To be someone must be a wonderful thing

A famous footballer a rock singer

Or a big film star

Yes, I think I would like that

To be rich and have lots of fans

Have lots of girls to prove that I'm a man

And be number one

And liked by everyone

Getting drugged up with my trendy friends

They really dig me and I dig them

And the bread I spend

Is like my fame, it's quickly diminished

And there's no more swimming in a guitar shaped pool

No more reporters at my beck and cool

No more cocaine, now it's only ground chalk

No more taxis now we'll have to walk

But didn't we have a nice time

Didn't we have a nice time

Oh, wasn't it such a fine time

I realize, I should have stuck to my guns

Instead shit out to be one of the bastard sons

And lose myself

I know it was wrong, but it's cost me a lot

And there's no more drinking when the club shuts down

I'm out on my arse with the rest of the clowns

It's really frightening without a bodyguard

So I stay confined to my lonely room

But didn't we have a nice time

Didn't we have a nice time

Oh, wasn't it such a fine time

To be someone must be a wonderful thing