RockStar!

Estaba yo viendo viendo videoclips, y me encontré esto. Hombre Nickelback son un poco excesivamente comercialotes, y desde que hicieron aquella de "How You Remind Me" y saió su cantante haciendo la banda sonora de Spiderman 1, pues como que estaban un poco muertos, en cuanto a las noticias que yo recibía de ellos, pero bueno, el video es curioso, salen por ahí las Playboy bunnies, Kid Rock, Nelly Furtado,.. la canción no está mal y además representa una filosofía con la que casi todo el mundo se identifica.

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I'm through with standing in line
To clubs we'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
And I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be

(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house
On an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
For ten plus me

(So what you need?)

I'll need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet

(Been there, done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me

(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

[Chorus:]
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
(I'll have the quesadilla, on the house)
I'm gonna dress my ass
With the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
Blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

[Chorus]

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I'm gonna sing those songs
That offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser
I'll get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip sync em every night so I don't get 'em wrong

[Chorus]

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

50 añitos de na

Felicidades Mortadelín y Filemoncete!!, hay que ver 50 añazos ya, si casi podrían ser mis padres! Hay que ver que grandes son estos caballeretes. Aparte de lo típico, políticamente correcto de que ayudan a iniciar en la lectura a muchos infantes, hay que decir, que ni niños ni nada, yo lo leo y me parto el eje igualmente, lo único, que resulta un poco más difícil de transportar por el metro un tomo de estos de Super Humor, que si no..(que gran idea, Mort & Fil, de bolsillo, cómo no se me había ocurrido antes, jejejeje). Pues nada, que a ver si cumplen muchos más, y algún día se puede leer a estos jefes con los nietos diciendo eso de: Pues cuando yo era joven...