Goeie Roetsj!

To be someone must be a wonderful thing,
a famous footballer, or a rock singer
Or a big film star
Yes I think that I would like that

And to be rich and have a lot of fans,
And lots of girls to prove that I’m a man
To be number one and loved by everyone
But didn’t we have a nice time?
Didn’t we have a nice time?

Getting drugged up with my trendy friends,
They really dig me man, and I dig them!
And the bread I spend,
It is like my fame and it’s quickly diminished
There’s no more swimming in my guitar-shaped pool
No more reporters at my beck and call
No more cocaine, it’s only ground chalk
And no more taxis, yeah we have to walk

But didn’t we have a nice time?
Didn’t we have a nice time?
Didn’t we have a nice time?

I realize I should have stuck to my guns,
They shit me out just like a bastard son
And I lost myself and I know that it was wrong
But it cost me a lot

There’s no more drinking when the club shuts down
I’m out here on my arse with the rest of the clowns
I’m really scared without my bodyguard
And I’m sitting on my own in my expensive yacht

But didn’t I have a nice time?
Didn’t we have a nice time?
Didn’t we have a nice time?
Did I have a nice time?
To be someone must be a wonderful thing.
To be someone must be a wonderful thing.

Goeie roetsj!Â