If I was famous a true superstar
I'd spend all my wealth on hot chicks and cars
I'd rub the nose of poor old Joe
In my crap of caviar
So he would know

I'd mock the poor yeah Mr ******* I'd be
Pay the police to come protect me
Get away with ****** drinking and drugs
And spit on the average poor little mug

But I'm not famous I'm just a man
Who gets up at midnight to work and plan
Save for my pension and provide a good home
**** I'm lucky to be my own
So you can keep famous wrapped in a box
Coz at least I ain't false
Or continue to flop
In the ratings that seem to drive misery
Yeah hand on heart I'm glad I'm ME