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Want To Be A Star

Composer: Sam Gaffney

Midnight near, New Year’s Eve.
Kid looks at people holding hands, now see:
As he watches for the fireworks to go,
Smile falls away, head hangs low.

Then the eyes recognise some guy walking by…
Hey, it’s that singer. – From that band he likes.
The girl from the movies by his side,
Getting in their fast car… to ride…

CHORUS:
Wanna be… top of the tree?
See your face… on T.V.
Want the crowds… to call your name?
Ooh, want the gold… want the fame?
Do you wanna go real far?
Wanna be a star?

The sad-faced kid… heads home alone.
Ain’t no party, just on his own.
And he don’t see no light
At the end of the road.

Just class to pass, then a boring job.
When he’s down like now… don’t know how it’ll stop.
Flicks on the TV, curls up tight.
Hey, look who’s on…that singer from tonight…

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Want it easy… no working hard?
Wanna hear… how great you are?
Nice big house… bright blue pool.
The mean kids from school…
Wanna show them who’s the fool?
Do you wanna go real far?
Wanna be a star?