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

But still 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 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

But still 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

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?