Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chad Kroeger
Chad Kroeger
Lead Vocals
Mike Kroeger
Mike Kroeger
Bass Guitar
Ryan Peake
Ryan Peake
Background Vocals
Billy F Gibbons
Billy F Gibbons
Vocals
Chris Gestrin
Chris Gestrin
Organ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chad Kroeger
Chad Kroeger
Songwriter
Mike Kroeger
Mike Kroeger
Songwriter
Daniel Adair
Daniel Adair
Songwriter
Ryan Peake
Ryan Peake
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nickelback
Nickelback
Producer
Zach Blackstone
Zach Blackstone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Producer
Ryan Andersen
Ryan Andersen
Editing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Randy Staub
Randy Staub
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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 (Uh, so what you need?) I'll need 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 37,000 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?) I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame I'd even cut my hair and changed my name 'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars And live in hilltop houses, driving 15 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 V.I.P. with the movie stars Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there Every Playboy Bunny with her bleached blond hair and, well Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar Hmm, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes Sign a couple autographs, so I can eat my meals for free (I'll have the quesadilla, haha!) 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 (So how you gonna do it?) I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame I'd even cut my hair and changed my name 'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars And live in hilltop houses, driving 15 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 V.I.P. with the movie stars Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there Every Playboy Bunny with her bleached blond hair And we'll hide out in the private rooms With the latest dictionary, and 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 I'm gonna sing those songs that offend the censors Gonna pop my pills from a Pez dispenser I'll get washed-up singers writing all my songs Lip sync 'em every night, so I don't get 'em wrong Well, we all just wanna be big rockstars And live in hilltop houses, driving 15 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 V.I.P. with the movie stars Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there Every Playboy Bunny with her bleached blond hair And we'll hide out in the private rooms With the latest dictionary, and 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 Hmm, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Writer(s): Chad Kroeger, Daniel Adair, Michael Kroeger, Ryan Peake Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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