I can't explain glacial motion

Or why Los Angeles don't drop into the ocean

I can't unfold the layers of mystery

Or piece together the tragedy of history



'Cuz

Those lucky suckers

They don't have to work

Big 3-D billboards and big

Thirty foot Smurfs



n' everybody wants to be naked and famous

Everybody wants to be just like me I'm naked

And famous



n' I met a poet, said she didn't like the smell of it

Then took her clothes off in a restaurant for the hell of it

I met a DJ who lived in seclusion

Reality and sobriety were her only delusions, and



Those lucky bastards

They didn't have to work

Big 3-D billboards and big

Thirty foot Smurfs



n' everybody wants to be naked and famous

Everybody wants to be just like me I'm naked

And famous



Don't get a nosebleed

Don't get upset

We can't be naked and famous just yet

There's a big ol' dollar sign on the sunset strip

And you can send your friend a postcard, it ain't worth the trip



Everybody wants to be naked and famous

Everybody wants to be just like me I'm naked

Everybody wants to be naked and famous

Everybody wants to be just like me I'm naked

Everybody wants to be naked and famous

Everybody wants to be just like me I'm naked



n' everybody wants to be naked and famous

Everybody wants to be just like me I'm naked

And famous