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 Those lucky suckers They don't have to work Make 3D billboards and big 30-foot smurfs. 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 Those lucky bastards They didn't have to work Make 3D billboards and big 30-foot smurfs 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 old dollar sign On the sunset strip 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 and famous.