To be someone must be a wonderful thing A famous footballer or rock singer Or a big film star Yes, I think I would like that To be rich and have lots of fans Have lots of girls, to prove That I'm a man And be number one And liked by everyone Getting drugged up with my trendy friends They really dig me, man And I dig them And the bread I spend Is like my fame Its quickly diminished And there's no more swimming in a guitar-shaped pool No more reporters At my beck and call No more Cocaine Now it's only ground chalk No more taxis Now we'll have to walk But didn't we have a nice time? Didn't we have a nice time? Oh, wasn't it such a fine time? I realise I should have stuck to my guns Instead of shit out to be one of the bastard sons And lose myself I know it was wrong But it's cost me a lot There's no more drinking When the club shuts down I'm out on my arse With the rest of the clowns It's really frightening Without a bodyguard So I stay confined to my lonely room But didn't we have a nice time? Didn't we have a nice time? Oh, wasn't it such a fine time? To be someone must be a wonderful thing