Key:
Chad
Hardy
Chad & Hardy together
(Billy F. Gibbons)
(uncredited female)
[Nickelback Version]
[Verse 1]
I'm through with standing in line to clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth and I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)
I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough for ten plus me
(Ah, so what you need?)
I'll need a, a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club at thirty-seven thousand feet
(Been there, done that)
I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name
[Chorus]
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair, and we'll
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
[Break]
Now, I gotta ask somethin':
How's Hardy sound on my version of "Rockstar"?
*audience cheers*
Yeah, you do!
Alright!
Alright, here we go!
Take it away!
[Verse 2]
I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight bodyguards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs so I can eat my meals for free
(I'll have the quesadilla, ha ha)
I'm gonna dress my ass with the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to blow my money for me
(Does this make me look fat?)
(So how you gonna do it?)
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name
[Chorus]
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair, and we'll
We'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial, well
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
[Hardy's version]
[Chorus]
Everybody's got a song called "Rockstar" runnin' up the Pop charts, talkin' all the shit they do
I been Houdini with my commas, pissin' off my mama, gettin' all these new tattoos
And I ain't sayin' that I'm Nickelback, kickin' it in Cali with today's who's-who
Everybody's got a song called "Rockstar"
Lately I been feelin' like one so I wrote one too
And it goes like
Yeah, it goes like
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I got all my idols slidin' in my DMs
They got me dead 'cause they said that I'm killin' it
Started out with rifles, trucks and huntin' season
Now I got my middle finger up like a kid again
Wasn't tryna make it, then I went and made it
Then I made a song about whiskey and they played it
Dang, it's been a good run for a lucky redneck
But I still got a box to check
[Chorus]
Everybody's got a song called "Rockstar" runnin' up the Pop charts, talkin' all the shit they do
I been Houdini with my commas, pissin' off my mama, gettin' all these new tattoos
And I ain't sayin' that I'm Nickelback, kickin' it in Cali with today's who's-who
Everybody's got a song called "Rockstar"
Lately I been feelin' like one so I wrote one too
And it goes like
Yeah, it goes like
[Verse 2]
I just met a kid with a dip in his lip
He just took the pics said my shit was the shit
Said he went as me for Halloween and when he did
Everybody at the party sang, "My town's smaller than your town"
Damn, y'all, what the hell is my life now?
It's like how
[Chorus]
Everybody's got a song called "Rockstar" runnin' up the Pop charts, talkin' all the shit they do
I been Houdini with my commas, pissin' off my mama, gettin' all these new tattoos
And I ain't sayin' that I'm Nickelback, kickin' it in Cali with today's who's-who
Everybody's got a song called "Rockstar"
Lately I been feelin' like one so I wrote one too
And it goes like
Yeah, it goes like
[Outro]
Yeah, it goes like
Yeah, it goes like
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