Superstar

Album: Classified
Mr. Big Shot, you're gonna hate me
Mr. Big Stuff, you're gonna suffer
Mr. Big Shot, you're gonna learn your place
I used to think quite a lot of you
Wished I could do all the things you do
But honey I've seen the light
You've never been on a movie screen
Hollywood you've never seen
But you think you're too good for me
No, no, no, no
Who the hell you think you are?
No, no, you're not a superstar
No, no, no, no
Who the hell you think you are?
No, no, you're not a superstar
You walk around like you're Brad Pitt
Don't even know that you're full of shit
There are no billboards of you
So tonight honey say your prayers
You're gonna hate me but I don't care
Cuz now it's your turn to cry
No, no, no, no
Who the hell you think you are?
No, no, you're not a superstar
No, no, no, no
Who the hell you think you are?
No, no, you're not a superstar
Late at night when you close your eyes
You'll see me...
Mr. Big Shot, you're gonna hate me
Mr. Big Stuff, you're gonna suffer
Mr. Big Shot, you're gonna learn your place
Mr. Big Shot, you're gonna hate me
Mr. Big Stuff, you're gonna suffer
Mr. Big Shot, you're gonna learn your place
No, no, no, no
Who the hell you think you are?
No, no, you're not a superstar
No, no, no, no
This time you really went too far
No, no, you're not a superstar
You're not a superstar...