oh, mr james dean, he don’t
belong to anything.
oh he left before they could get him,
with their ways, their wicked ways.
oh marilyn monroe, where did you go?
i didn’t hear all your stories
i didn’t see all your glory.
but the footballer’s wife tells her troubles and strife
i just don’t care in the end who is she to pretend
that she’s one of them
i don’t think so.
and the girl from that show
yes the one we all know
she thinks she’s some kinda star, yes you know who you are.
i don’t think so. i don’t think so.
oh ginger rogers, fred astaire
won’t you dance for me cos i just don’t care
what’s going on today, i think there’s something more, something more.
and i’m gone with the wind like they were before.
but i’m believing myself i think there’s something more
there must be something more, i think there’s something more, something more.
oh i don’t believe in the telling of your stories
throughout your life, there’s just something unappealing it don’t catch my eye
it don’t catch my eye.
oh i don’t believe in the selling of your glories before you leave this life
there’s so much more to see, i don’t believe this is how the world should be.