Song parody of
Famous
by The Caliopians
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I just want to be famous
As seen on TV
I want every girl, all around the world
To have a poster in their bedrooms of me
Make mine a household name
The one on every lip
I just want my own jet plane
For those long vacation trips
I'll put the work in every day
I'l push myself in every way
Do whatever it takes to grease the wheels
I'd even sell my soul if I thought that shit was real
I just want my opening night
To be cover by the press
Be seen on the arm of starlets
In their red carpet dress
While all the moguls gather round
To court me for their deals
I'll be laughing into my napkin
While eating their fine 4 star meals
I'll climb the ladder to the top
Where all you hear are Champaign pops
My credits good in every shop
And funs a ride that never stops
I want my album to get lots of play
My concerts to sell out in a day
I'll be number 1 on every chart
Even the critics claim that I'm high art
And they really mean it
From the heart
I just want to be famous
As seen on TV
I want every girl, all around the world
To have a poster in their bedrooms of me
Make mine a household name
The one on every lip
I just want my own jet plane
For those long vacation trips
I'll put the work in every day
I'l push myself in every way
Do whatever it takes to grease the wheels
I'd even sell my soul if I thought that shit was real
I just want my opening night
To be cover by the press
Be seen on the arm of starlets
In their red carpet dress
While all the moguls gather round
To court me for their deals
I'll be laughing into my napkin
While eating their fine 4 star meals
I'll climb the ladder to the top
Where all you hear are Champaign pops
My credits good in every shop
And funs a ride that never stops
I want my album to get lots of play
My concerts to sell out in a day
I'll be number 1 on every chart
Even the critics claim that I'm high art
And they really mean it
From the heart
