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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smash Mouth
Smash Mouth
Performer
Eric Valentine
Eric Valentine
Keyboards
Steve Harwell
Steve Harwell
Vocals
Paul DeLisle
Paul DeLisle
Vocals
Kevin Coleman
Kevin Coleman
Drums
Michael Klooster
Michael Klooster
Keyboards
Mark Camp
Mark Camp
Performer
John Gove
John Gove
Trombone
Dana Pfeffer
Dana Pfeffer
Performer
Gregory D. Camp
Gregory D. Camp
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Greg Camp
Greg Camp
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Valentine
Eric Valentine
Producer

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 coming, and they don't stop coming Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running 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 taking 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 glitters is gold Only shooting stars break the mold It's a cool place and they say it gets colder You're bundled up now wait till you get older But the meteor men beg to differ Judging by the hole in the satellite picture The ice we skate is getting pretty thin The water's getting warm so you might as well swim My world's on fire, how about your's? 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 All that glitters is gold Only shooting stars break the mold 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 glitters is gold Only shooting stars Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas I need to get myself away from this place 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 coming and they don't stop coming Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running 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 taking 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 glitters is gold Only shooting stars break the mold And all that glitters is gold Only shooting stars break the mold
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