Since they threw me down to earth,
there's a lot of things I've seen,
my cradle stood right by the TV-screen.
My Mama went out working hard
and Daddy never home,
I had to educate myself alone.
Today I'm pretty, 16 years old
and the guys on TV really got control.
So dear, Mr. DJ, won't you take my advice,
here's my application, fill me up with your lies.
I can't dance, I can't sing, but I'd give you my everything,
I'm in love with myself, and truth to me don't mean a thing.
I'd sell my youth, I'd kiss your boots if I could be a popstar.
I'd jump around in tight, wet suits if I could be a popstar.
Today's the day, the casting's on,
I'm dressed to kill just see,
seems like I've got all eyes upon me.
As I come in a voice within says
I'm in the danger-zone
and the DJ speaks into his microphone:
"You're pretty, just do what you're told.
Just show me your titties and gimme your soul!
So dear, little lady, here's my magic stick,
yeah, come on, baby, take your dress off, quick!"
"You can't dance, you can't sing, but I'll give you my everything,
I'm in love with myself and you to me don't mean a thing."
Just sell your youth and kiss my boots, you'll never be a popstar.
Just jump around in tight, wet suits, you'll never be a popstar."