When will I will I be famous
You're suitably at one with your body and the sun
Yes you are
You've read Karl Marx and you've taught yourself to dance
You're the best by far
But you keep asking the question
Oh you're not supposed to mention
Chorus:
When will I will I be famous
I can't answer I can't answer that
When will I see my picture in the paper
I can't answer I can't answer that
I can't tell you when you'll see your name up in lights
When will I will I be famous
You keep asking me babe
[I can't wait]
You're a slave to fashion and your life is full of pa**ion
It's the way you are
You've suffered for your art with the jogging in the park
You know you should go far
But you keep asking the question
Oh you're not supposed to mention
You keep asking me babe
I can´t wait
When will I will I be famous