歌词

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed She was lookin' kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb In the shape of an L on her forehead Well, the years start comin' and they don't stop comin' Fed to the rules and I hit the ground runnin' Didn't make sense not to live for fun Your brain gets smart, but your head gets dumb So much to do, so much to see, so what's wrong with takin' the backstreet? You'll never know if you don't go You'll never shine if you don't glow Hey now, you're an all star Get your game on, go play Hey now, you're a rock star Get the show on, get paid And all that glitter is gold Only shootin' stars break their mold It's a cool place, and they say it gets colder You bundle up now, wait 'til you get older But maybe I'm one beg to differ Judgin' by the hole in the satellite picture The ice we skate is gettin' pretty thin The waters gettin' warmer, so you might as well swim My world's on fire, how 'bout yours? That's the way I like it, and I'll never get bored Hey now, you're an all star Get your game on, go play Hey now, you're a rock star Get the show on, get paid And all that glitter is gold Only shootin' stars break their mold Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Na, na, na Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na Ah, na, na, na Na, na, na Hey now, you're an all star Get your game on, go play Hey now, you're a rock star Get the show on, get paid And all that glitter is gold Only shootin' stars Somebody once asked, "Could you spare some change for gas? I need to get myself away from this place" And I said, "Yep, what a concept I could use a little fuel myself, and we could all use a little change" Well, the years start comin' and they don't stop comin' Fed to the rules and I hit the ground runnin' Didn't make sense not to live for fun 'Cause your brain gets smart, but your head gets dumb So much to do, so much to see, so what's wrong with takin' the backstreets? You'll never know if you don't go You'll never shine if you don't glow Hey now, you're an all star Get your game on, go play Hey now, you're a rock star Get the show on, get paid And all that glitter is gold Only shootin' stars break their mold
Writer(s): Greg Camp Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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