Fake It

I dress like I'm famous and talk like I'm cool I'm not sure if it's more for me or you I'm wearing all black in the middle of June I've got my jeans rolled up just to show off my boots I'm dressed for success I'm going for gold I'd rather strike out on three straight pitches Than have regrets when I get old Well you can wait to feel like someone 'Til the world discovers you I'd rather fake it til I make it than make due I'd rather fake it until I make that just get through I'm renting a room in a house downtown I can't afford booze but there're bars all around I don't have but one bulb not burned out But I've got a cool spot when my friends come down Not an awful lot would change If I had one song on the radio waves Probably pay my bills on time and have a lot more light at night And buy myself a new guitar or two I'm dressed for success I'm going for gold I'd rather strike-out on three straight pitches Than have regrets when I get old Well you can wait to feel like someone Til the world discovers you I'd rather fake-it til I make it than make due I'd rather fake-it until I make that just get through