I Want To Be A Popstar

Why is it all these fakers
 Seem to nake the morning papers?
 They're selling records by the million, seems so easy in my opinion
 Lokk at the Jazz Star, he really needs some guts
 Playing from seven to midnight, surviving on peanuts
 Selling records by the dozen
 Probably sold his tenor to make 'em
 With artwork designed by his brother
 And liner notes by his mother
 Told what to do, miming to a tape
 While a team of experts make sure you're looking great
 Taking a limo to your own private bar
 My God! I want to be a popstar!
 Going to get on the T.V and go on dates with only the pretty
 Maybe next year I'll pretend to be gay
 I'll sell more records in a flash that way
 Makes no difference if i look like a nut
 Every kid in the world is going to copy my haircut
 I'll advertise some trainers, maybe even a car
 Shrewd product placement will gurantee I'm a star
 An ugly guy will write my songs
 Surley there is nothing wrong
 Retiring when I'm 22
 With a house a car and nothing to do
 Instantaneous satisfaction it will be
 Got no need for artistic credibility
 With this attitude I'm bound to go far
 My God! I want to be a popstar!
 Where's the middle ground?
 It's hard to make a living with you own true sound
 What road am I going to tread?
 What the hell would i do instead?
 There may be no tours in Roma, or drug-induced designer coma
 No teenage girls when show is over, I prefer my women older
 Maybe I don't know what I'm talking about
 Sometimes it would be nice to play a place and sell out
 Driving to a gig in my brand new sports car
 My God! I want to be a popstar!
 Maybe its too easy, to move so quickly so far
 Who wants to be a popstar?