You Can’t Stop the Music
And so Norman decides to stop living
out his fantasy of being a rock star and
accept reality. This is the end for
Norman but not for us because there
will always be someone ready to take
his place -- after all, euerybody's a
star!
You Can't Stop The Music
Let's all raise a glass
To the rock stars of the past,
Those that made it,
Those that faded,
Those that never even made the grade,
Those that we thought would never last.
Singers come and go,
And stars fade away.
They vanish in the haze
And they're never seen again,
But the music just keeps playing on.
They can't stop the music,
They can't stop the music,
They can't stop the music playing on.
I've been half a million places,
I've seen half a million people who stare,
I've been a star and down and out,
I've been put on, sat on, punched and spat on,
They've called me a faggot, a spiv and a fake,
They can knock me down and tread on my face,
They can't stop the music playing on.
Let's all raise a glass
To the rock stars of the past,
Those that made it,
Those that faded,
Those that never even made the grade,
Those that we thought would never last.
Singers come and go,
And stars fade away.
They vanish in the haze
And they're never seen again,
But they can't stop the music playing on.
out his fantasy of being a rock star and
accept reality. This is the end for
Norman but not for us because there
will always be someone ready to take
his place -- after all, euerybody's a
star!
You Can't Stop The Music
Let's all raise a glass
To the rock stars of the past,
Those that made it,
Those that faded,
Those that never even made the grade,
Those that we thought would never last.
Singers come and go,
And stars fade away.
They vanish in the haze
And they're never seen again,
But the music just keeps playing on.
They can't stop the music,
They can't stop the music,
They can't stop the music playing on.
I've been half a million places,
I've seen half a million people who stare,
I've been a star and down and out,
I've been put on, sat on, punched and spat on,
They've called me a faggot, a spiv and a fake,
They can knock me down and tread on my face,
They can't stop the music playing on.
Let's all raise a glass
To the rock stars of the past,
Those that made it,
Those that faded,
Those that never even made the grade,
Those that we thought would never last.
Singers come and go,
And stars fade away.
They vanish in the haze
And they're never seen again,
But they can't stop the music playing on.
Credits
Writer(s): Raymond Douglas Davies
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