I'd like to say a thing or two about what they call celebrity
I've been hooked since kindergarden I was a full on total wannabe
But now I've got it I found out it ain't what it's cracked up to be
It gets so bad sometimes that I just long for anonymity
It isn't really fame I've got it feels like notoriety
I get tired of all the hangers on ..the envy and the jealousy
It isn't me they love it's just the buzz and the publicity
I won't know who my real friends are till my career is history
And it sure is hard to cope when you're surrounded by temptation
When they're telling you how great you are how you're a real sensation
And you can always find a pusher sellin dope and degradation
Who will lead you down the path to hell addiction and damnation

I'm sorry Mama
I did it just to please you
I never meant to make you cry
It really wasn't worth it

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It isn't just the drugs you get addicted to you see
It's the adrenaline, applause the ego trips and flattery
My diary's always stuffed with party invites from PRs
Making up the guest list with all the other stars
But they often leave you with an empty feelin when they're through
And you're headin off alone with such sore feet from those high heeled shoes
You can't afford to take a lover you're afraid he'll kiss and tell
Could be just a sleazy journo who wants a story he can sell
You end up checkin into rehab for some detoxification
All that fame and fortune can be so debilitating
All night partying with sycophants is rather dehydrating
You get tired of wakin every day feelin sick with a head that's achin
Now I'm on the Atkins diet and I'm off the medication
I'm longin for sobriety ... and intellectual stimulation
I've booked in for a spot of transcendental meditation
Followed by a mud bath and colonic irrigation

I'm sorry Mama
I did it just to please you
I never meant to make you cry
It really wasn't worth it

Then those scary letters turned up from the IRS
They say I haven't paid my taxes and my affairs are in a mess
My accountant's done a runner ...left me no forwarding address
So who is left for me to sue to try to find redress?
But before he left he cleaned me out ...my account now stands at zero
While he is headin off to some cool beach house down in Rio
He's left me high and dry.. they've even repossessed my limo
I guess it's all just hopeless ..I ain't holdin out for no hero
So what I'd like to say to all you wannabe's out there
If its fame and fortune that you're after ...just beware
The music business can be so destructive ...now you take care
You really need a lawyer to look after your affairs
But if you keep your wits about you ...boy will you have fun
If you've got the talent and the looks you know you can be number one
And if you take the long view -plan ahead- get an offshore fund
You'll wind up sitting pretty with your millions in the sun


I'm sorry Mama
I did it just to please you
I never meant to make you cry
It really wasn't worth it