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
Thirty foot Smurfs
n' everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wants to be just like me I'm naked
And famous
n' 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
Big 3-D billboards and big
Thirty foot Smurfs
n' 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 ol' 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 wants to be just like me I'm naked
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wants to be just like me I'm naked
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wants to be just like me I'm naked
n' everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wants to be just like me I'm naked
And famous
