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