James At War Popstar Lyrics

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
(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
(Yea, 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
(Who hasn't done that)

I want my own perfume and 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 fanbase large
My listeners will be people in their tweens
And old perverts who can't wait 'till I turn eighteen
And my first hit will be a Disney song
But my good girl image won't last too long
My first album just has some innuendo
But by my third album I'll act like a full blown ho
And 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's 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 through the days, and party all night long
It's hard to remember to put panties on
And my male fans will all feel really 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 b___ 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 syncin' 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
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 pressures gets to much 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 s__ videos, well

Hey, Hey, I wanna be a Pop Star
Hey, Hey, I wanna be a Pop Star