I can't explain glacial motion.
Ohhhh why Los angles don't drop into the ocean.
I can't unfold the lairs of mystery.
Or peice together the tragedy of history.
Cause those lucky suckers, they dont have to work.
Big 3-D billboards, and big 30 foot smirks.
And everyone wants to be naked and famous.
Everybody wanna be just like me im naked and famous.
I met a poet said she didnt like the smell of it.
Then took her clothes off in a resturant for the hell of it.
I met a DJ who lived in seclusion.
Reality and sobriety were her only delusion.
And those lucky bastards, they didnt have to work.
Big 3-D billboards, and big 30 foot smirks.
And eveybody wants to be naked and famous.
Everybody wanna be just like me i'm naked and famous.
Don't get a nose bleed.
Don't get upset.
We can't be naked and famous just yet.
There's a big ol' dollar sign on the sunset strip.
You can send your friend a postcard,
It ain't worth the trip.
Eveybody wants to be naked and famous.
Everybody wanna be just like me i'm naked
Eveybody wants to be naked and famous.
Everybody wanna be just like me i'm naked
Eveybody wants to be naked and famous.
Everybody wanna be just like me i'm naked
And eveybody wants to be naked and famous.
Everybody wanna be just like me i'm naked and famous.
Writer(s): David Michael Dederer, Jason S. Finn, Chris Ballew
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