I can't explain glacial motion
or why Los Angeles don't drop into the ocean
I can't unfold the layers of mystery
or piece together the tragedy of history, cause
Those lucky suckers
They don't have to work
Make 3D billboards and big
30-foot smurfs.
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wants to be just like me
I'm naked
And famous
I met a poet, said she didn't like the smell of it
Then took her clothes off in a restaurant for the hell of it
I met a DJ who lived in seclusion
Reality and sobriety were her only delusions, and
Those lucky bastards
They didn't have to work
Make 3D billboards and big
30-foot smurfs
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wants to be just like me
I'm naked
And famous
Don't get a nosebleed
Don't get upset
We can't be naked and famous just yet
There's a big old dollar sign
On the sunset strip
You can send your friend a postcard
It ain't worth the trip
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wants to be just like me
I'm naked and famous.
