To be someone must be a wonderful thing
A famous footballer, or rock singer
Or a big film star
Yes I think that I would like,
I would like that

To be rich and have a lot of fans,
Have a lot of girls to prove that I´m a man
To be number one and liked by everyone

Getting drugged up with my trendy friends,
They really dig me man, and I dig them
And the money that I spend,
It is like my fame and it´s quickly gone

No more swimming in my guitar-shaped pool
No more reporters at my beck and call
No more cocaine, it´s only ground chalk
And no more taxis, now we have to walk

But didn´t we have a nice time?
Yeah, wasn´t it such a nice time?
Didn´t we have a nice time?

I realize I should have stuck to my guns,
They shit me out just like a bastard son
And I lost myself and I know that it was wrong
But it cost me a lot

There´s no more drinking when the club shuts down
I´m out here on my arse with the rest of the clowns
I´m really scared without my bodyguard
And I´m sitting on my own in my expensive yacht

But didn´t I have a nice time?
Wasn´t is such a nice time?
Didn´t I have a nice time?
Wasn´t it such a nice time?
Did I have a nice time?
Did I have a nice time?

I can´t remember if I had a nice time...
To be someone must be a wonderful thing
(Ain´t that the truth)