When will I, will I be famous?

Yes, you're suitably at one
With your body and the sun
Yes, you are
You've read Karl Marx
And you've taught yourself to dance
You're the best by far

But you keep asking the question
Whoa, you're not supposed to mention, hey

When will I, will I be famous?
I can't answer, I can't answer that
When will I see my picture in the paper?
I can't answer, I can't answer that
When will I, will I be famous?
You keep asking me, babe

You're a slave to fashion
And your life is full of passion
It's the way you are
You've suffered for your art
With the jogging in the park
You know you should go far

But you keep asking the question (ooh)
Whoa, you're not supposed to mention
(I'm not supposed to mention (yeah)

When will I, will I be famous?
I can't answer, I can't answer that
When will I see my picture in the paper?
I can't answer (I can't wait) I can't answer that
Oh, I can't tell you when
You'll see your name
Up in lights
When will I, will I be famous?
You keep asking me, babe
I can't wait

You won't suffer in silence (suffer)
You're a talent, you know that I've noticed (I've noticed)
You'd like to be a legend (ooh, ooh)
A big star over night
Tell me, when?
I can't answer your question
I can't wait, it's driving me insane
And your impossible impatience (impatience)
Tearing at my brain

It's tearing
I can't take it, take it much more

(When will I, will I?)
When- when- when- when will I? Will I? Will I?

When will I, will I be famous?
I can't answer, I can't answer that
When will I, will I be famous?
I can't answer, I can't answer that

When will I, will I be famous?
I can't answer, I can't answer that
When will I see my picture in the paper?
I can't answer, I can't answer that

When will I?
When, when, tell me when?
I can't answer, I can't tell you
I can't answer that

When will I, will I be famous?

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Writer(s): Nicholas Lynedoch Graham, Thomas Frederick Watkins