CHORUS
Who do wewe want to be today?
Who do wewe want to be?
Who do wewe want to be today?
Do wewe want to be just like someone on T.V.?
Oh boredom is so terrible, it's like a dread disease
Nothing could be worse
Than when there's nothing on T.V.
I'd rather be a cowboy than to stare blank at the walls
I've been reborn so many times
I can't remember them all
(And I say)
CHORUS
Just like someone on T.V.!
I think I'll be a teddy boy, I think I'll be a hunk
I think I'll be a tough guy and I think I'll be a punk
I might just be a fashion nyota
All dressed in frilly rags
au perhaps I'll kuvuka, msalaba the other side
And walk around in
Drag!
CHORUS
Just like somebody on T.V.!
Do wewe like to be just like a rock
In the middle of the sea
Do wewe want to suffer kwa yourself
In a pool of blissful misery
Do wewe want to feel like a saint in artists' clothes
With a rosary in your hand
Do wewe wanna be crazy like van Gogh like a
Stranger in a
Strange, strange land
Would wewe rather push the buttons
And be feared kwa all humanity
au perhaps you'd like to be a bum
Do wewe wanna be stupid, just like me
CHORUS
Just like somebody on T.V.!
Who do wewe want to be . . . . . . .
Who do wewe want to be today?
Who do wewe want to be?
Who do wewe want to be today?
Do wewe want to be just like someone on T.V.?
Oh boredom is so terrible, it's like a dread disease
Nothing could be worse
Than when there's nothing on T.V.
I'd rather be a cowboy than to stare blank at the walls
I've been reborn so many times
I can't remember them all
(And I say)
CHORUS
Just like someone on T.V.!
I think I'll be a teddy boy, I think I'll be a hunk
I think I'll be a tough guy and I think I'll be a punk
I might just be a fashion nyota
All dressed in frilly rags
au perhaps I'll kuvuka, msalaba the other side
And walk around in
Drag!
CHORUS
Just like somebody on T.V.!
Do wewe like to be just like a rock
In the middle of the sea
Do wewe want to suffer kwa yourself
In a pool of blissful misery
Do wewe want to feel like a saint in artists' clothes
With a rosary in your hand
Do wewe wanna be crazy like van Gogh like a
Stranger in a
Strange, strange land
Would wewe rather push the buttons
And be feared kwa all humanity
au perhaps you'd like to be a bum
Do wewe wanna be stupid, just like me
CHORUS
Just like somebody on T.V.!
Who do wewe want to be . . . . . . .
1. wewe look up pictures of the person all the time.
2. wewe can't stop thinking of the person.
3. wewe dream about marrying the person.
4. wewe drool everytime wewe watch them sing.
5. wewe have a giggle fit everytime they take their shati off.
6. wewe have a million pictures of the person.
7. wewe want to meet the person zaidi then anything.
8. wewe know their songs kwa heart.
9. wewe dream of kissing them.
10. wewe want to kill anybody who makes fun of that person.
11. wewe watch video with that person in it all the time.
12. wewe have them as your icon.
13. wewe would die for them.
2. wewe can't stop thinking of the person.
3. wewe dream about marrying the person.
4. wewe drool everytime wewe watch them sing.
5. wewe have a giggle fit everytime they take their shati off.
6. wewe have a million pictures of the person.
7. wewe want to meet the person zaidi then anything.
8. wewe know their songs kwa heart.
9. wewe dream of kissing them.
10. wewe want to kill anybody who makes fun of that person.
11. wewe watch video with that person in it all the time.
12. wewe have them as your icon.
13. wewe would die for them.
kwa ~PMElfman
My moyo bled
when I found out
man of my dreams
without a doubt
now he's married
to Bridget Fonda;
a man the size
of an anaconda.
His hair so red
his eyes so hazel
lullaby in kitanda
the voice of an Angel
with a devilish smile
he is so divine
and a little bit wild
I wish he were mine.
Some call it
obsession
I like to call it
a confession
for what I love,
this infection
of harmony from above.
(I got this of the deviantart site)