Besedila: Simple Plan. Famous For Nothing.

'Cause I'm famous for nothing, I love my fame
So let's talk more about me, I got no shame
My sex tape is coming out next week

I'm so crazy 'cause it's good for the ratings
So take another picture for US Weekly
Calling my friends, you call 'em paparazzi

Turn up the lights, cameras a go, get out the way
'Cause I'm famous for nothing
Out every night, my life's a show, I'm getting paid
'Cause I'm famous for nothing

I can't act, can't dance, can't write, can't sing
No, I can't do anything
Turn up the lights, I love the dough
'Cause I'm famous for nothing

Oh, oh, oh, oh, 'cause I'm famous for nothing

Good press, bad press
It makes no difference to me if I go to the grocery store
I make sure to call T-M-Z when I go out

I get paid to party, I'm always on the list
Champagne, red carpet
You fly coach, I only fly private

Turn up the lights, cameras are go, get out the way
'Cause I'm famous for nothing
Out every night, my life's a show, I'm getting paid
'Cause I'm famous for nothing

I can't act, can't dance, can't write, can't sing
No, I can't do anything
Turn up the lights, pile up the dough
'Cause I'm famous for nothing

I'm dating someone famous
It makes me even more famous, it's true
I can hear you people laughing
Can't you see the joke is really on you?

Now you follow all my ups and downs
I'm filling up my bank account
I'm so big, I'm so important
You wanna be my friend, just call my agent

Say you only got fifteen minutes
And mine are almost up
I guess I'll take the bus back home
When my spin off flops

Turn up the lights, cameras are go, get out the way
'Cause I'm famous for nothing
Out every night, my life's a show, I'm getting paid
'Cause I'm famous for nothing

I can't act, can't dance, can't write, can't sing
No, I can't do anything
Turn up the lights, pile up the dough
'Cause I'm famous for nothing

I got the life, too bad they know, get out the way
'Cause I'm famous for nothing
Out every night, my life's a show, I'm getting paid
'Cause I'm famous for nothing

I can't act, can't dance, can't write, can't sing
No, I can't do anything
Turn up the lights, pile up the dough
'Cause I'm famous for nothing