I'm through with [A]standing in line to clubs we'll never get in, It's like [D]bottom of the ninth and I'm never gonna win, This [G]life hasn't turned [C]out quite the way I [A] want it to be. I want a [A] brand new house on an episode of Cribs, And a [D]bathroom I can play baseball in, And a [G] king size [C]tub big enough for [A]ten plus me. I'll need a[A] credit card that's got no limit, And a [D]big black jet with a bedroom in it, Gonna [G]join the mile-high club at[C] thirty-seven [A]thousand feet. I want a [A]new tour bus full of old guitars, My [D]own star on Hollywood Boulevard, Somew [G]here between Cher [C]and James Dean is fi[A]ne for me. - I'm gonna [C]trade this life for fortune and fame, + I'm gonna [B]trade this life for fortune and fame, I'd even [D]cut my hair and change my name. 'Cause we all[A] just want to be big Rockstars, And live in Hi[C]lltop Houses driven fifteen cars, The [G]girls come easy and the drugs come cheap, We'll a[F]ll stay skinny cause [G]we just won't eat, And we'll [A]hang out in the coolest bars, In the VI[C]P with the movie stars, Every [G]good gold diggers gonna wind up there. Every [F]playboy bunny with her [G]bleach blonde hair, [C]Hey hey [D]i wanna be [A]a Rockstar! [C]Hey hey [D]i wanna be [A]a Rockstar! I wanna be [A]great like Elvis without the tassels, Hire [D]eight body guards who love to beat up assholes, Sign a [G]couple autographs so I ca[C]n eat my meal[A]s for free. I'm gonna [A]dress my ass with the latest fashion, Get a [D]front door key to the Playboy Mansion, Gonna [G]date a centerfold that loves [C]to blow my money f[A]or me. I'm gonna [C]trade this life for fortune and fame, I'd even [D]cut my hair and change my name. 'Cause we [A]all just want to be big Rockstars, And live in [C]Hilltop Houses driven fifteen cars The [G]girls come easy and the drugs come cheap, We'll [F]all stay skinny cause [G]we just won't eat, And we[A]'ll hang out in the coolest bars, In the V [C]IP with the movie stars, Every [G]good gold diggers gonna wind up there, Every [F]playboy bunny with her bleach [G]blonde hair, And we'll [A]hide out in the private rooms, With the [C]latest dictionary and todays who's who, They'll get [G]you anything with that evil smile, Every[F]bodys got a drug deal[G]er on speed dial, Well [C]Hey hey [D]i wanna[A] be a Rockstar! I'm gonna [C]sing those songs that offend the censors, Gonna [G]pop my pills from a pez despenser, Get [C]washed up singers writing all my songs, Lip [G]sync 'em everynight so i won't get them wrong! [C]Hey Hey [D]I wanna be [A]a Rockstar! [C] Hey hey [D] I wanna Be [A]a Rockstar!