Rockstar - Nickelback

Lyrics:




I'm through with standing in line

To clubs we'll never get in

It's like the bottom of the ninth

And I'm never gonna win

This life hasn't turned out

Quite the way I want it to be



(Tell me what you want)



I want a brand new house

On an episode of Cribs

And a bathroom I can play baseball in

And a king size tub big enough

For ten plus me



(So what you need?)



I'll need a credit card that's got no limit

And a big black jet with a bedroom in it

Gonna join the mile high club

At thirty-seven thousand feet



(Been there, done that)



I want a new tour bus full of old guitars

My own star on Hollywood Boulevard

Somewhere between Cher and

James Dean is fine for me



(So how you gonna do it?)



I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame

I'd even cut my hair and change my name



[Chorus:]

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars

And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars

The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap

We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars

In the VIP with the movie stars

Every good gold digger's

Gonna wind up there

Every Playboy bunny

With her bleach blond hair



Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar



I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels

Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes

Sign a couple autographs

So I can eat my meals for free

(I'll have the quesadilla on the house)

I'm gonna dress my ass

With the latest fashion

Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion

Gonna date a centerfold that loves to

Blow my money for me

(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame

I'd even cut my hair and change my name



[Chorus]



And we'll hide out in the private rooms

With the latest dictionary and today's who's who

They'll get you anything with that evil smile

Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial, well



Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar



I'm gonna sing those songs

That offend the censors

Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser



I'll get washed-up singers writing all my songs

lip sync 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong



[Chorus]



And we'll hide out in the private rooms

With the latest dictionary and today's who's who

They'll get you anything with that evil smile

Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial



Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar