Yes you're suitably at one with your body and the sun
Yes - you - are-are
You've read Karl Marx and you've taught yourself to dance
You're the - best - by - far-ar
But you keep asking the question
One you're not supposed to mention, hey-yay-ay
When will I, will I be famous
(I can't answer, I can't answer that)
When will I see my picture in the paper
(I can't answer, I can't answer that)
When will I, will I be famous
You keep asking me ba-abe
You're a slave to fashion and your life is full of passion
It's the - way - you - are-are
You've suffered for your art with the jogging in the park
You know you - should -go - far-ar
But you keep asking the question
One you're not supposed to mention, yay-ay-yeah-eah
When will I, will I be famous
(I can't answer, I can't answer that)
When will I see my picture in the paper
(I can't answer, I can't answer that)
When will I, will I be famous
You keep asking me ba-abe
I can't wai-ait
I can't answer your question
It's drivin' me insa-ane
And your impossible impatience
Tear-earing at my brain
(When will I, when will I)
When will I, will I
When will I, will I be famous
(I can't answer, ooh, I can't answer that)
When will I see my picture in the paper
(I can't answer, I can't answer that)
