Well, I think we all just want to be be rockstars.
Yeah, I'd like to have a brand new house on an episode of Cribs, with a giant bathroom (big enough for me to play baseball in) with a king-size tub big enough for ten (plus me) in it.
Also, make sure that the roof has a place to put my big black jet that has a bathroom in it. Also, I want a credit rating so good that I can have a credit card that's got no limit.
Also, I'll be sure to join the mile-high club at thirty-seven thousand feet.
Back to being a rockstar. I would like a new tour bus full of old guitars, and one of those stars on Hollywood Boulevard.
I'm planning on living in a hilltop house, and I'll own fifteen cars. I'm going to make sure that all the girls come easy, and the drugs come cheap. Also, I'll refuse to eat so I won't get fat. Me and my buddies, we'll hang out in the coolest bars.
I will also be like Elvis. But maybe without the tassles. Of course, with all this fame, I'll need to hire eight body guards to beat up assholes.
Above all, I'll get a key to the Playboy mansion, front door please.