Oohhhhh wowowowowow First they tell you you’re gonna be the next big thing They put roses in your dressing room every time you sing Till you ask for a little consideration Then they call you a diva Pink slip "Termanation" They grab the next yapper Just walking down the street They’ve got him singing your songs Markin' your tree
It’s lonely at the top When the lights go down and the cheering stops You’ve got no real friends No place to call home!! It’s all good doggie But no bone oh oh a oh
And the next thing you know he ain't bringing you roses Its all cold stares Cold shoulder (Cold noses) He doesn't write Doesn’t call Doesn’t howl you name All that he can think about is fortune and fame There ain't nothing I can do To turn his head and excite him Sometimes I swear I just (bite) want to bite him!
It’s lonely at the top When the lights go down And the cheerin' stops You’ve got no real friends No place to call home Its all good doggie (good doggie) Its all good doggie (good doggie) But no bone! wowow nonono!