Who the hell you guys think you are
Rockstars or somethin', oh, yeah

Oh, yeah, limousines, champagne
Get my clothes custom made

I take handfuls of pills
Trash my house in the hills
Smash up my cars
Just to give me my thrills

I'm rollin' 'round the world
I'm gonna do me 'bout a million girls
Well, I break all their hearts
Bring 'em down to their knees

I do what I want
Yeah, I do as I please

I wanna be a big rockstar, yeah
I wanna drive a big black car, yeah
All the girls'll stroke on my guitar
When I'm a big rock star

Want my face on my wall
Want Cameron Diaz just to give me call
I've been nobodies fool
Gonna die while I'm cool

I make all their laws
And I break all their rules

Porno stars
King of sleaze
Dirty movies
Hey, look at me

Velvet rope, V.I.P.
Hollywood cowboy
Mama look at me

I wanna be a big rockstar, yeah
I wanna drive a big black car, yeah
I'm gonna push it all way to far
When I'm a big rock star

C.C., do it

I play for the masses
Sex on the stage
Girls shake their asses
They come taste my fame

Backstage is my thing
So get in the ring
We do anything
'Cause here I'm the king

I wanna be a big rockstar, yeah
I wanna drive a big black car, yeah
I wanna be a big rockstar, yeah
I wanna drive a big black car, yeah

Who the hell you think you are?

Writer : SMITH, STEPHONY E. / WOLF, BRAD (BRAD CARSON) / MUSICK, NETTIE
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group