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, 'cause

You lucky fuckers
You don't have to work
Big 3D billboards and big
30-foot smirk

Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wants to be just like me; I'm naked
And famous

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

You lucky bastards
You don't have to work
Big 3D billboards and big
30-foot smirk

Don't get a nosebleed; don't get upset
We can't be naked and famous just yet
There's a big old dollar sign on the Sunset Strip
And you can send your friend a postcard cause it ain't worth the trip
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wants to be just like me; I'm naked
...and famous