I'm through with livin' in trailers
With my pushy mom.
I'm only nine and she makes me
Put make-up on.
So I'll grant her her wish
and I won't stop 'till I'm on TV
(So tell me what you want)
I want a brand new nose
and a cleft in my chin.
And some breast implants
I'll deny I put in.
And a tea-cup poodle
That I'm always carryin' with me
(Yeah, so what you need?)
I need a
good producer 'cause you know
I can't sing.
And a lawyer who can get me out of anything.
Gonna date Justin Timberlake
to gain some credibility.
(Have you done that?)
I wan my own perfume
and a clothing line.
It's all made in sweatshops
but that's just fine.
I'll give the child laborers
a signed copy of my CD.
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm gonna reestablish the mouseketeers.
Start my new life
wearin' those Mickey ears.

'Cause we all just wanna be
big pop stars
Start out innocent to get my fan base large
My listeners will be people in their tweens
And old perverts who can't wait
'till i turn 18
And my
first hit will be a Disney song
But my good girl image
won't last too long.
My first album just had some innuendo
But by my third album
I'll act like a full blown ho.

Well... Hey, hey
I wanna be a pop star.
Hey, hey
I wanna be a pop star!

I wanna be generic
Let the media lead me
Gonna sing canned music
that my label feeds me.
Oversaturate the market
'till everyone is sick of me.
(Oh trust me, it'll happen)
I'm gonna dress myself
without an ounce of class.
Gonna make the boys all drool
and stare at my...
glasses.
Gonna hang out with the
laughing stock of society
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm gonna lose all sense of decency
and sell out all of my integrity

'Cause we all just wanna be
big pop stars
Paparazzi getting pictures
of my implant scars
I'll sleep throug the days
and party all night long
It's so hard to remember
to put panties on
And my
male fans will all be crushed
when those photos leak
that haven't been airbrushed
I'll marry a loser who just wants my fame
And I'll divorce his sorry butt
the very next day
Then I'll
drop a hint that I'm a lesbian
Hoping that'll jump start
my lame career again
I'll pose for magazines
like FHM and Marie Claire
tell'em 'bout how I'm a Christian
in my underwear, well

Hey, Hey
I wanna be a pop star!

I'm gonna have some babies
and then I'll neglect'em
Hit my mid-life crisis
When I'm 27
Make sure I'm drunk
before I start to drive
Get caught lip synching
on Saturday Night Live

Well we all just wanna be
big pop stars
make abysmal movies
and wreck fifteen cars
I'll check into Rehab after
hitting that tree
then I'll check out early
but be back next week
And they'll
finally put me behind bars
with a real short sentence
since I am a star
The tabloids will tell'em
that I've lost my flair
When the pressure gets too much
well I'll just shave my hair
but I'll
work hard to get my life on track
and my fans will all
start to accept me back
I'm back on top
and sellin' out my shows
until my ex releases
our sex videos

Well
Hey, hey
I wanna be a pop star!
Hey, hey!
I wanna be a pop star...