Copyright © Eric L. Jackson 2010

You think I’m just like everybody else, but you don’t know, oh no no
I’m a make believe celebrity

You drive into the sunset waivin’ like a queen
Said you had it all and you didn’t need me
Said you’re moving on from Mr. Ordinary

So I’ve had some time reflecting on the change
Learned to play guitar, even changed my name
Wrote a dumb-ass song, now it’s heart-throb fame

I got a pimped out ride and a dog named Fritz
And my bleach-blond baby’s even got fake …..
It’s like I never get away from the paparazzi flash
Gonna drop my pants and maybe kick your ass, but you
You think I’m just like everybody else, but I’m a make believe celebrity

So I hit the road from Boston to L.A.
Got an entourage, found a stylist who is gay
Bought a house down south where the playboys play

And when the lights go down and the show is done
I think of you and the setting sun
Wave now baby, who’s the ordinary one

Got my photoshop face in the magazines
And a reality show coming on TV
I got fifty hot chicks with a back-stage pass
Wanna have my kids and maybe kick your ass, and you
You think I’m just like everybody else, but you don’t….know

I got a pimped out ride and a dog named Fritz
And my bleach-blond baby’s even got fake …..
It’s like I never get away from the paparazzi flash
And when I drop my pants you can kiss my ass, ‘cause you
You think I’m just like everybody else, but I’m a make believe celebrity