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Rockstar Karaoke

Nickelback

LåttextRockstar

I'm through with

Standin' in line

At clubs I'll never get in

lt's like the bottom of the 9th

And I'm never gonna win

This life hasn't turned out

Quite the way I want it to be

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

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

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

I'm gonna trade this life

For fortune and fame

I'd even cut my hair

And change my name

'Cause we all just a wanna be

A 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

ln the coolest bars

In the VIP

With the movie stars

Every good golddigger's

Gonna wind up there

Every Playboy bunny

With her bleach blonde hair

And well

Hey hey I wanna be

A rock star

Hey hey I wanna be

A rock star

I wanna be great like Elvis

Without the tassels

Hire eight bodyguards

That love to beat up assholes

Sign a couple autographs

So I can eat

My meals for free

I'm gonna dress my axx

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

I'm gonna trade this life

For fortune and fame

I'd even cut my hair

And change my name

'Cause we all just a 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

ln 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 blonde hair

And we'll hide out

ln 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 rock star

I'm gonna sing those songs

That offend the censors

Gonna pop my pills

From a Pez dispenser

Get washed-up singers

Writing all my songs

Lip- sync 'em every night

So I don't get 'em 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

ln 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

And we'll hide out

ln 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 rock star

Hey hey I wanna be

A rock star

Komposition
Chad Robert Kroeger, Ryan Anthony Peake, Michael Douglas Henry Kroeger, Daniel Patrick Adair
Låttext
Chad Robert Kroeger, Ryan Anthony Peake, Michael Douglas Henry Kroeger, Daniel Patrick Adair
Utgivare
Warner/chappell Music Scand Ab, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd, Regard Music Uk