I can't explain glacial motion Or why Los Angeles don't drop into the ocean I can't unfold the layers of mystery Or piece together the tragedy of history You lucky fuckers You don't have to work Big 3D billboards and big 30-foot smirk ♪ Everybody wants to be naked and famous Everybody wants to be just like me, I'm naked And famous ♪ I met a poet, said she didn't like the smell of it Then took her clothes off in a restaurant for the hell of it I met a DJ who lived in seclusion Reality and sobriety were her only delusions You lucky bastards You don't have to work Big 3D billboards and big 30-foot smirk ♪ Don't get a nosebleed, don't get upset We can't be naked and famous just yet There's a big old dollar sign on the Sunset Strip And you can send your friend a postcard, it ain't worth the trip Everybody wants to be naked and famous Everybody wants to be just like me, I'm naked And famous