Could someone help me comprehend
How my wanting to have friends
Is now this monster that I feed?
It's popularity I need.
When people think that I'm the deal
It helps me feel like I am real
But I think I lost the need
Looking for the star machine.

I don't want any part of it
Everything is here today, gone tomorrow
Big star machine
Ricky Martin or Menudo
Big star machine
VH1- "Where are they followed?"
Big star machine
How could I have been so shallow?
Big, big star machine.

Could someone help me comprehend
How I came to judge my friends
On a scale of trendiness
And somehow I love them less
Not as hip as they could be
Through the eyes of star machine
It's a dumb philosophy
Judged by popularity
I don't want any part of it, everything is

Here today, gone tomorrow
Big star machine
Ricky Martin or Menudo
Big star machine
VH1- "Where are they followed?"
Big star machine
How could I have been so shallow?
Big, big star machine.