Almost Famous

Rockstars and Groupies by Pau Garcia featuring Monsoon bags

I'm trying to use all the interactive features of the web tonight, and I'm giving out unsolicited advice for all aspiring rock and roll journalist, watch "Almost Famous", for the love of life beyond SEX, DRUGS AND ROCK 'N ROLL. So anyway, the story was pretty good. And it also entails the story of a groupie, and I'm listening to Nickelback's Rockstar. I'm not really doing a good thing on writing tonight so I'll just copy and paste the lyrics from another website.

ROCKSTAR

I'm through with standing in line to the 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. 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. 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. 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. I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame,I'd even cut my hair and change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars,Livin' 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 blonde hair and well..
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

Cheers!

Pau