Rockstar, why can't you see
Rockstar, won't do it for free
If you've got the money he will play the licks
Rockstar, he don't do it for kicks
Ain't got no feeling, his chequebook rules his soul
Rockstar won't be long before he's old
See his fingers flying in a blur of tired notes
I guess what's more important is his
Haircut and long pink coat

Nouveau rockstar, trying too hard
Brandnew sportscar, drives it ten yards
Nouveau rockstar, heads gone too far out
You think you're really special
But you're nothing

Ah-ha a hired gun
Rockstar, makes a living on the run
Can't seem to settle
Wants a life on easy street
Rockstar, er which band is it this week
He's leaving with his stash of other people's riffs
Rockstar da do do do do do
Another computation of the heavy metal clone
Saying he's the king bee
But he's just another drone

Nouveau rockstar trying too hard
Brandnew sportscar drives it ten yards
Nouveau rockstar heads gone too far out
You think you're really something
Ha, ha, ha, ha

(I got a brother who can play faster than that)
(Na, na, na, na, na, na)

Signed up with a major speed guitar
And all the tricks
Yesterday's sensation
Now he's on the transfer list
Get outa here !

Nouveau rockstar trying too hard
Brandnew sportscar drives it ten yards
Nouveau rockstar heads gone too far out
You think you're really something
But your nothing, no way