Yes youґre suitably at one
with your body and the sun
Yes you are
Well youґve read Karl Marx
and youґve taught yourself to dance
Youґre the best by far
But you keep asking the question,
one youґre not supposed to mention.
When will I will I be famous
(I canґt answer I canґt answer that)
When will I see my picture in the paper
When will I will I be famous.
you keep asking me baby.
Youґre a slave to fashion
and your life is full of passion
Itґs the way you are
Yes youґve suffered for your art
with teh jogging in the park
You know you should go far
but you keep asking the question,
one youґre not supposed to mention.
When will I will I be famous
(I canґt answer I canґt answer that)
When will I see my picture in the paper
Oh I canґt tell you when
youґll see your name up in lights
When will I will I be famous.
You keep asking me baby
You wonґt suffer in silence
Youґre a talent you know
that Iґve noticed
Youґd like to be a legend
A big star overnight
I canґt answer your question
Itґs driving me insane
Your impossible impatience
Tearing at my brain
When will I will I be famous
(I canґt answer I canґt answer that)
When will I see my picture in the paper
Oh I canґt tell you when
youґll see your name up in lights
When will I will I be famous.
You keep asking me baby
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