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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nelly Hope
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Greg Camp
Songwriter
Lyrics
Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was lookin' kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an L on her forehead
Well, the years start comin' and they don't stop comin'
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground runnin'
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart, but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see, so what's wrong with takin' the backstreet?
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow
Hey now, you're an all star
Get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star
Get the show on, get paid
And all that glitter is gold
Only shootin' stars break their mold
It's a cool place, and they say it gets colder
You bundle up now, wait 'til you get older
But maybe I'm one beg to differ
Judgin' by the hole in the satellite picture
The ice we skate is gettin' pretty thin
The waters gettin' warmer, so you might as well swim
My world's on fire, how 'bout yours?
That's the way I like it, and I'll never get bored
Hey now, you're an all star
Get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star
Get the show on, get paid
And all that glitter is gold
Only shootin' stars break their mold
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
Ah, na, na, na
Na, na, na
Hey now, you're an all star
Get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star
Get the show on, get paid
And all that glitter is gold
Only shootin' stars
Somebody once asked, "Could you spare some change for gas?
I need to get myself away from this place"
And I said, "Yep, what a concept
I could use a little fuel myself, and we could all use a little change"
Well, the years start comin' and they don't stop comin'
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground runnin'
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
'Cause your brain gets smart, but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see, so what's wrong with takin' the backstreets?
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow
Hey now, you're an all star
Get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star
Get the show on, get paid
And all that glitter is gold
Only shootin' stars break their mold
Writer(s): Greg Camp
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