Tongue-in-cheek song about wanting to be a pop star
Words and Music - Billy Livesay
Words - Louie Lawent
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Politician ? NO, Scientist ? NO, Save the world ? NO. Just make me a POP STAR !!
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Somebody's reading signs again
Prophets shilling for Armageddon
Militias all carrying guns
building shelters, hoarding crumbs
All I want, before we're smoked
by a vengeful God or nuclear vote
Is a whole lotta' fame, an entourage
a Petty riff and a loud guitar
Make me a pop star
Make it soon
Make me a pop star
Me and a starlet shooting the moon
I see the greats in Their labs
inventing cures and healing salves
but all I want is what Jagger had
to swallow up some gorgeous gams
Pretty girl posses all around
Negative press won't leave me cowed
I want a sycophant mob to feel my pulse
These are the things I want most
Make me a pop star
Make it soon
Make me a pop star
Me and a starlet shooting the moon
Make me a pop star
I want to see my name in lights
Make me a pop star
A Hollywood stereotype
It doesn't matter to what extreme
I want to be The story behind the scenes.
I want to be a pop star
Make it soon
Make me a pop star
Me and a starlet shooting the moon
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