Superstar

You got a big house, swimming-pool
you're smart and false, dumb and cool
Sluts and drugs, songs and roles
But all you really got is empty head and empty soul

You got crowds of fans - chasing you
You got TV shows - half is true
Everyone wants to be a friend of yours
But no-one really knows that not much "friends" are worse

hey baby baby
who do you think you are
you got your position
by spitting in the jar
so what's your mission -
just buying that big  car?
well could you imagine?
you're fucking superstar