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
'Cuz those lucky suckers, they don't have to work Big 3-D billboards and big 30-foot Smurfs And everybody wants to be naked and famous Everybody wanna 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 don't have to work Big 3-D billboards and big 30-foot smurfs And everybody wants to be naked and famous Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked and famous
Woo uh hoo hoo hoo Wow ah hoo hoo hoo
Well, don't get a nosebleed, don't get upset We can't be naked and famous just yet There's a big gold dollar sign on the Sunset Strip And you can send your friend a postcard, it ain't worth the trip
Everybody wants to be naked and famous Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked...
Everybody wants to be naked and famous Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked...and famous
