V1

Settle down,
give it up -
it's a million to one.
Who said I'm not that one Baby?

Get over yourself,
dreamin' your life away -
you think you're somethin'-
you're nothin'
but crazy.

Suck it up,
chance is gone,
you are -
not number one;
just accept it,
forget all the maybe.

Chorus

Well, Hey yeah, yeah,
Guess I'll never be a Pop-Star.
I got dirt blonde roots
and cowboys boots,
and not afraid to burn my bra.
and if I wore less make up
I'd be prettier,
Change how I dress
I might look thinner..
you try to hinder;
are my shiny pants too tight?
well I'm a Rockstar tonight!

V2

Well if you really wanted it
you'd change your ways,
write catchy love songs;
lose some weight.
Who say's I'm not perfectly imperfect.

Say I gotta play by the rules
and I'm getting too old.
But I've never been able
just to do as I'm told.

Chorus

Well, Hey yeah, yeah -
guess I'll never be a Pop-star.
I got dirt blonde roots
and cowboys boots
and not afraid to burn my bra.
And if I wore less make up
I'd be prettier,
change how I dress;
I might look thinner -
well go on Tinder.
Are my shiny pants too tight?
Well I'm a Rockstar tonight!
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Middle 8

Washed up, worthless, who d'ya think you are?
(worthless)
Washed up, worthless, who d'ya think you are?
(worthless)
Washed up, worthless, who d'ya think you are?
(worthless)
Washed up, worthless, who d'ya think you are?

Well I'm a Rock star!

Chorus

Well, Hey yeah, yeah 
guess I'll never be a Pop-star.
I got dirt blonde roots
and cowboys boots
and not afraid to burn my bra.
And if I wore less make up
I'd be prettier,
change how I dress;
I might look thinner,
well I don't give'a *
Are my shiny pants too tight?
Well I'm a Rockstar tonight!

Well, Hey yeah, yeah 
guess I'll never be a Pop-star.
I got dirt blonde roots
and cowboys boots
and not afraid to burn my bra.
And if I wore less make up
I'd be prettier,
change how I dress;
I might look thinner
Seems I'm a winner, 
yeah I'm a real dead ringer
for a Rockstar tonight!