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 going to 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 tell me what you need)
I'll need a credit card That's got no limit And a big black jet With a bedroom in it Going to 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 going to do it?)
I'm going to trade this life For fortune and fame I'd even cut my hair And change my name
'Cause we all just wanna be Big rock-stars 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 V. I. P With the movie stars
Every good gold digger's Going to wind up there Every Playboy bunny With her bleach blond hair
And well 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, ah ha)
I'm going to dress my ass With the latest fashion Get a front door key To the Playboy mansion Going to date a centerfold That loves to blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm going to trade this life For fortune and fame I'd even cut my hair And change my name
'Cause we all just wanna be Big rock-stars 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 V. I. P With the movie stars
Every good gold digger's Going to wind up there Every Playboy bunny With her bleach blond hair
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 going to sing those songs That offend the censors Going to pop my pills From a Pez dispenser
I'll get washed-up singers Writing all my songs Lip sync them every night So I don't get them wrong
Well we all just wanna be Big rock-stars 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 V. I. P With the movie stars
Every good gold digger's Going to wind up there Every Playboy bunny With her bleach blond hair
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 Hey hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Compositor: Chad Kroeger / Daniel Adair / Mike Kroeger / Ryan Peake