The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
Madonna, she's too rich
Everybody wants to be rich
Everybody wants to be a bitch
And Marilyn? She's dead.
Britney, she's too young
Everybody wants to be young
Everybody wants a refund
And Marilyn is in my head
Mmm took a trip, gone on a plane
Adderall, Vicodin, cocaine
Down the champagne to kill the pain
On satin sheets cause I'm just that vain
Glamorous, just like I told ya
White mink stole from shoulder to shoulder
Rocks like boulders, slick and sheer
Diamond earrings like chandeliers
Stop, drop, roll, stare
I prefer blondes with no pubic hair
No underwear, no time to spare
So you want to marry a millionaire?
What's your sign, what's your size?
35 - 22 - 35?
Meet me outside with the pale moonlight
Don't scream too loud once I'm in sight (ouch)
Einstein, he's too bright
Everybody wants to be right
Everybody wants to have a fight
And Marilyn is in my head
Elvis is a star
Everybody wants to be a star
Everybody wants to shoot a star
And Marilyn? She's dead.
I'm back in V-V-V.I.P.
Dom Pérignon deep inside of me
1953, all my friends
No Dorothy, there's a lot to me
Into sodomy but the lobotomy
Lifestyle not part of the economy
I'm guilty, and I can't come clean
I better get my ass in a time machine
I don't know, but I've been told
You're the first Playboy centerfold
Laid out like gold, diamonds, pearls
High school girls with their hair in curls
Taught the first stylists how to teach
Red lipstick with a bottle of bleach
Bright white teeth like a million bucks
Then raised the bar on how to fuck (what)
Restricted area, V.I.P. utopia
Restricted area, V.I.P. voilÃ
Everybody wants to be rich
Everybody wants to be a bitch
And Marilyn? She's dead.
Britney, she's too young
Everybody wants to be young
Everybody wants a refund
And Marilyn is in my head
Mmm took a trip, gone on a plane
Adderall, Vicodin, cocaine
Down the champagne to kill the pain
On satin sheets cause I'm just that vain
Glamorous, just like I told ya
White mink stole from shoulder to shoulder
Rocks like boulders, slick and sheer
Diamond earrings like chandeliers
Stop, drop, roll, stare
I prefer blondes with no pubic hair
No underwear, no time to spare
So you want to marry a millionaire?
What's your sign, what's your size?
35 - 22 - 35?
Meet me outside with the pale moonlight
Don't scream too loud once I'm in sight (ouch)
Einstein, he's too bright
Everybody wants to be right
Everybody wants to have a fight
And Marilyn is in my head
Elvis is a star
Everybody wants to be a star
Everybody wants to shoot a star
And Marilyn? She's dead.
I'm back in V-V-V.I.P.
Dom Pérignon deep inside of me
1953, all my friends
No Dorothy, there's a lot to me
Into sodomy but the lobotomy
Lifestyle not part of the economy
I'm guilty, and I can't come clean
I better get my ass in a time machine
I don't know, but I've been told
You're the first Playboy centerfold
Laid out like gold, diamonds, pearls
High school girls with their hair in curls
Taught the first stylists how to teach
Red lipstick with a bottle of bleach
Bright white teeth like a million bucks
Then raised the bar on how to fuck (what)
Restricted area, V.I.P. utopia
Restricted area, V.I.P. voilÃ
Lyrics submitted by nemoman
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