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I'm through with standin' in lines to clubs I'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 don't want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs
Or a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub
Big enough for ten plus me
(Yeah, so what you need?)

Don't need a a credit card that's got no limit
Or a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Don't wanna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
(Been there, done that)

Wouldn't mind a small box truck full of old guitars
don't need my own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Just a job and a piece of land, three squares in my fryin' pan
(So how you gonna do it?)

Don't wanna trade this life
For fortune and fame
Don't wanna cut my hair
or change my name

I don't wanna be a big rockstar or live in a hilltop house, drivin' fifteen cars
I just want one girl, I don't do drugs
Wouldn't mind bein' skinny, if I could still eat what I want
I don't hang out in the coolest bars
Just enough money to live and put some away for a rainy day



Don't wanna be like Elvis with or without the tassels
won't hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Or sign a couple autographs
So I can get my meals for free
(I'll have the quesadilla, ha, ha)
Get the drift?
So, Ihaven't finished the rewrite yet. Sue me. Don't need to dress my ass with the latest fashion
Or have a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves
To blow my money for me
[- From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/n/nickelback-lyrics/rockstar-lyrics.html -]
(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

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' 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

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of 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
Get washed-up singers writin' all my songs
Lipsynk 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong

Well, we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' 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

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of 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