Yeah!

Well he looks seventeen
And he acts like a queen
And he knows it

Oh, look at his eyes
It’s just a disguise

Oh, his music’s a joke
‘Cuz he does too much coke
And he shows it

Oh, look at his eyes
He thinks he’s a real wise man
And look at his eyes

He’s built like a girl
He’s got glittering curls
And he loves it

Oh, look at the charts
He’s breaking their hearts, they love him
He’s number one on the hit parade

Another pop star’s life goes by
Another pop star’s life
Another pop star’s life
Another pop star’s life goes by
Whoa-oh-oh
At his concerts and shows
When he pukes in his Rolls
He’s a rocker

Whew
He’s barely alive
He lets his wife drive

He’s got gold lame tails
And a cottage in Wales
He’s so trendy

Oh, the south of France
The bulk in his pants, it is moving
I hope that he’s stashing his cash away

Another pop star’s life goes by
Another pop star’s life
Another pop star’s life
Another pop star’s life goes by

Another pop star’s life
Another pop star’s wife
Another pop star’s life goes by

Another pop star’s life
Another pop star’s life
Another pop star’s life goes by