Like Someone Famous

You'll never guess what happened to me just walking down the street today
a couple of total strangers stopped dead in their tracks as they passed my way.
And the one with the stupid hat said "Hey man, I love that last movie you made",
and I didn't say a damn thing, no, I just nodded and walked away. Yeah.

I guess I stopped denying it, oh well maybe a year ago.
I figured if it makes them so happy to see him, what's the point in letting them know?
So I used to play it up, man, and I'd sign his autograph.
The way they used to cherish it, it always made me laugh.

But these days I feel like he's stolen my dream.
Will it ever be me they wanna talk to, that they wanna see?
Cause I know I could do it all as well as him.
But I guess he got their first and that's how, winners win.

So now I find myself flipping through pamphlets on plastic surgery
And wondering how a new nose might suit me.
But even if I weren't so scared of the knife, you know I couldn't foot the bill
and there's always the chance that if I do it, then he will.

Can't we trade places, for just one day?
So he can see the monotony he causes me, and I can see the way
That he lives, and know how it feels
To look a true fan in the eye and sign an autograph that's a real
but for now we're the same us -- I still look like someone famous.

Saw him on the late show just the other night.
He was trying to act real tough and pick a fight.
All the papers said he got high before the show and was totally out of control.
Now everyone I meet assumes I'm an asshole.

Can't we trade places, for just one day?
So he can see the monotony that he causes me, and I can see the way
That he lives, and know how it feels
To look a true fan in the eye and sign an autograph that's a real
but for now we're the same us -- I still look like someone famous.

Champagne bubble baths. Grapes straight off the vine.
Diamonds on the souls of my shoes.
Is it filet mignon tonight or the Cordon Blue? Whichever I choose.
I wish I could be famous too.

So I guess I should accept my fate and wear sunglasses in the rain,
Keep practicing his autograph and trying to remain sane.
But do me just one favor, for the sake of irony:
if you see him on the street, go up and ask him if he's me.

Can't we trade places, for just one day?
So he can see the monotony that he causes me, and I can see the way
That he lives, and know how it feels
To look a true fan in the eye and sign an autograph that's a real
but for now we're the same us -- I still look like someone famous.
but for now we're the same us -- I still look like someone famous