I've been sittin' here so longFor you to hear my songsBut all you want to knowHave I been on the radioAnd who's the biggest star I've seenWhat is my favorite sceneAnd if I get the jobWould I sing en masseYes, sir, I would sing en masseI'd play upon the wallsAnd I'd sing songs of the sunAnd when my job was doneI would say I love you soAnd I'd like to play you one moreJust to all young loversFor the roadTell me, sirWhat is my favorite sceneYeah, just how farI need to goTo be a starI have known my highs and lowsI've walked in every showI've played in every townAnd brought some houses downYet critics never noticed meI'm not a star, you seeAnd yet I give my heartTo every partI would stand for hours and hoursI'd wade through sun and showersWith my dancing shoesAnd my dreams on viewI'd walk upon an empty stageWith one light in my faceTo be told don't phone usBut we'll phone youTo be told don't phone usBut we'll phone youTo be told don't phone usTell me, son, just how farI need to go to be a starEvery day the same old scenesThe same old happeningsA hundred miles of showsAnd yet no place to goAnd when your look is all run outYou're asked to take a bowYou've just stolen the showBut now you're on your ownYes, I loveWhat's on MarsMy dear sonDream of seeingIs me the starMe a starI am a starMe a starMe a star