G                                            
I'm through with  standing in line, to clubs I'll never get in
                      C                                     
 It's like the bottom  of the ninth and I'm never gonna win 
           F                        G                     
 This life  hasn't turned out quite  the way I want to be.
          G                                       
 I want a  brand new house on an episode of Cribs 
                 C                     
And a bathroom I  can play baseball in 
       F                         G               
 And a  king size tub big enough  for ten plus me
                        G                    
I need a, a credit card  that's got no limit 
                    C                                 F                   G                             
And a big black jet  with a bedroom in it  Gonna join  the mile high club  at thirty-seven thousand foot
              G                             
 I want a new  tour bus full of old guitars 
               C                   
My own star on  Hollywood Boulevard
           F                 G                         
 Somewhere  between Cher and  James Dean is fine for me
                     Bb                         
I'm gonna trade this   life for fortune and fame
                      C                  
 I'd even cut my hair  and change my name
                   G                      
 Cause we all just  wanna be big rockstars
                     Bb                      
 And live in hilltop   houses driving 15 cars
                    C                        
The girls come easy  and the drugs come cheap
                Eb             F                          
 We'll all stay   skinny cause  we just won't eat and well
          G                     Bb                               
 Hang out  in the coolest bars,   in the VIP with the movie stars
                C                            
Every good gold  digger's gonna wind up there
              Eb               F                             
Every playboy   bunny with her  bleached blonde hair and well
      Bb      C           G        
 Hey,   hay I  wanna be a  rockstar
     Bb      C           G        
Hey,   hey I  wanna be a  rockstar
                      G                         
I wanna be great like  Elvis without the tassels
                        C                             
 Hire eight body guards  that love to beat up assholes
       F                      G                           
Sign a  couple autographs so   I can eat my meals for free
                    G                           
 I'm gonna dress my  ass with the latest fashion
                        C                   
Get a front door key to  the Playboy mansion
       F                             G                       
 Gonna  date a centerfold that loves  to blow my money for me
                     Bb                         
I'm gonna trade this   life for fortune and fame
                      C                  
 I'd even cut my hair  and change my name
                   G                      
 Cause we all just  wanna be big rockstars
                     Bb                      
 And live in hilltop   houses driving 15 cars
                    C                        
The girls come easy  and the drugs come cheap
                Eb             F                          
 We'll all stay   skinny cause  we just won't eat and well
          G                     Bb                               
 Hang out  in the coolest bars,   in the VIP with the movie stars
                C                            
Every good gold  digger's gonna wind up there
              Eb               F                             
Every playboy   bunny with her  bleached blonde hair and well
      Bb      C           G        
 Hey,   hay I  wanna be a  rockstar
     Bb      C           G        
Hey,   hey I  wanna be a  rockstar
                     Eb                             
I'm gonna sing those   songs that offend the censors
                   Bb                    
Gonna pop my pills   from a Pez dispenser
                      Eb                    
Get washed-up singers   writing all my songs
             C                 F                   
Lip sync 'em  every night so I  don't get 'em wrong
                  G                      
Cause we all just  wanna be big rockstars
                     Bb                      
 And live in hilltop   houses driving 15 cars
                    C                        
The girls come easy  and the drugs come cheap
                Eb             F                          
 We'll all stay   skinny cause  we just won't eat and well
          G                     Bb                               
 Hang out  in the coolest bars,   in the VIP with the movie stars
                C                            
Every good gold  digger's gonna wind up there
              Eb               F                             
Every playboy   bunny with her  bleached blonde hair and well
      Bb      C           G        
 Hey,   hay I  wanna be a  rockstar
     Bb      C           G        
Hey,   hey I  wanna be a  rockstar