I'm getting drunk inside some bar
With a bottle I'm no star
Even though my friends might think
That one day I will be king of Hollywood boulevard

Man, I'm just feeling' ooooh, so fine'
Santa Monica always shines
Even though it doesn't seem so bright
I still don't know why I came
Gotta find someone else to blame

Feels so nice
I wonder if I can be a star
For a while
Ooooh' my little soul
Already feels so high
I'm losing it all

I'm getting tired of all this fame
I don't belong to this game
So, I'm packing up my things
Move away from all my dreams
Gotta leave LA behind

Man, if only I could be like them
Sex and drugs don't seem to have an end
Easy girls and sleazy friends
They don't know with whom they came
Only got themselves to blame

(Come on man, do it!
Do it, are you crazy!?
Gomo, you really wanna get inside, can't be always thinking about the money.
(Money money money money)
Yeah, but I have to think about it, it's 300 dollars!
Yeah, I know, but it's the best place in Hollywood, and we can get in, so..
Okay.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Whoohoo!)

Feels so nice
I wonder if I can be a star
For a while
Ooooh' my little soul
Already feels so high
I'm losing it all

Everybody's gonna love me someday
Everybody's gonna buy my records
Went searching for a little affection
I was only trying to make a connection
Everybody's gonna love me someday
Everybody's gonna buy my records
I was looking in the wrong direction
I went home with a little infection

Oooh, I got lost this time
Gotta drink some more
Forget about this night
Everybody's having fun
I see no guns
This time, I'm ready to go home


Lyrics submitted by Shadic

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