To be someone must be a wonderful thing
A famous footballer a 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 and I dig them
And the bread I spend
is like my fame, it's 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 realize I should have stuck to my guns
Instead shit out to be one of the bastard sons
And lose myself
I know it was wrong, but it's cost me a lot

And there's no more drinking when the club shuts down
I'm out on me 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

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Paul John Weller