I can´t explain glacial motion
Or why Los Angeles don´t drop into the ocean
I can´t unfold the layers of mystery
Or piece together the tragedy of history

´Cuz
Those lucky suckers
They don´t have to work
Big 3-D billboards and big
Thirty foot Smurfs

n´ everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wants to be just like me I´m naked
And famous

n´ I met a poet, said she didn´t like the smell of it
Then took her clothes off in a restaurant for the hell of it
I met a DJ who lived in seclusion
Reality and sobriety were her only delusions, and

Those lucky bastards
They didn´t have to work
Big 3-D billboards and big
Thirty foot Smurfs

n´ everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wants to be just like me I´m naked
And famous

Don´t get a nosebleed
Don´t get upset
We can´t be naked and famous just yet
There´s a big ol´ dollar sign on the sunset strip
And you can send your friend a postcard, it ain´t worth the trip

Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wants to be just like me I´m naked
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wants to be just like me I´m naked
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wants to be just like me I´m naked

n´ everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wants to be just like me I´m naked
And famous