Smith
I wish my name were smith
I'd be Paul
And a talented designer
Fashion would be my middle name
My clothes would drive you all insane
I wish my name were smith
I'd be Robert
And a mysterious singer
I'd sing my spleen the whole world through
And get you to wear makeup, too
But I'm no Smith
I'm no one at all
I do nothing
Come from nowhere at all
And nobody knows me
You might as well use your Wesson and Smith
On me
I wish my name were Smith
I'd be Stan
And a gifted tennis player
The whole world would watch me play
And put my shoes on every day
I wish my name were Smith
I'd be Will
And a pretty sexy actor
I'd save the world three times a year
I'd be Hollywood's king, my dear!
But I'm no Smith
I'm no one at all
I do nothing
Come from nowhere at all
And nobody knows me
You might as well use your Wesson and Smith
Gimme fame, gimme fame
Give me money all the same
Gimme love, gimme hate
Or I will have to seal my fate
Gimme fame, gimme fame
Gimme money all the same
Now, give me fame!
(Gimme fame, gimme fame)
(Gimme money all the same)
Give me love!
(Gimme love, gimme fate)
(Or I will have to seal my fate)
Give me fame!
(Gimme money all the same)
But I'm no Smith
I'm no one at all
I do nothing
Come from nowhere at all
And nobody knows me
You might as well use your Wesson and Smith
On me
On me
On me
On me
I'd be Paul
And a talented designer
Fashion would be my middle name
My clothes would drive you all insane
I wish my name were smith
I'd be Robert
And a mysterious singer
I'd sing my spleen the whole world through
And get you to wear makeup, too
But I'm no Smith
I'm no one at all
I do nothing
Come from nowhere at all
And nobody knows me
You might as well use your Wesson and Smith
On me
I wish my name were Smith
I'd be Stan
And a gifted tennis player
The whole world would watch me play
And put my shoes on every day
I wish my name were Smith
I'd be Will
And a pretty sexy actor
I'd save the world three times a year
I'd be Hollywood's king, my dear!
But I'm no Smith
I'm no one at all
I do nothing
Come from nowhere at all
And nobody knows me
You might as well use your Wesson and Smith
Gimme fame, gimme fame
Give me money all the same
Gimme love, gimme hate
Or I will have to seal my fate
Gimme fame, gimme fame
Gimme money all the same
Now, give me fame!
(Gimme fame, gimme fame)
(Gimme money all the same)
Give me love!
(Gimme love, gimme fate)
(Or I will have to seal my fate)
Give me fame!
(Gimme money all the same)
But I'm no Smith
I'm no one at all
I do nothing
Come from nowhere at all
And nobody knows me
You might as well use your Wesson and Smith
On me
On me
On me
On me
Credits
Writer(s): Augustin De Gantho
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