Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
F# C# Abm B
I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed
F# C# Abm B
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
F# C# Abm B
In the shape of an “L” on her forehead
F# C#
Well, the years start coming and they don’t stop coming
Abm B
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
F# C#
Didn’t make sense not to live for fun
Abm B
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
F# C#
So much to Do much to see
Abm B
so what’s wrong with taking the back streets
F# C#
You’ll never know if you don’t Go
Abm B
You’ll never shine if you don’t glow
F# B C/F# B
Hey now, you’re an all-star, get your game on, Go play
F# B C/F# B
Hey now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid
F# B C/F#
All that glitters is gold
B F# E B
Only shooting stars break the mold…
F# C#
It’s a cool place and they say it gets colder
Abm B
You’re bundled up now, wait ’til you get older
F# C#
But the meteor men beg to differ
Abm B
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture
F# C#
The ice we skate is getting pretty thin
Abm B
The waters gettin’ warm so you might as well swim
F# C#
My world’s on fire, how about yours
Abm B
That’s the way I like it and I never get bored
F# B C/F# B
Hey now, you’re an all-star, get your game on, go play
F# B C/F# B
Hey now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid
F# B C/F#
All that glitters is gold
B F# E B
Only shooting stars break the mold…
F# B C/F# B (w/ A little hip-hop turntable action)
Go for the moon
F# B C/F# B
Go for the moon
F# B C/F# B
Go for the moon
F# B C/F# B
Go for the moon
F# B C/F# B
Hey now, you’re an all-star, get your game on, go play
F# B C/F# B
Hey now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid
F# B C/F#
All that glitters is gold
B F# E
Only shooting stars…
F# C# Abm B
Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas
F# C# Abm B
I need to get myself away from this place
F# C# Abm B
I said yep what a concept I could use a little fuel myself
F# C# Abm B
And we could all use a little change
F# B
Well, the years start coming and they don’t stop coming
C/F# B
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
F# B
Didn’t make sense not to live for fun
C/F# B
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
F# B
So much to Do much to see
C/F# B
So what’s wrong with taking the back streets
F# B
You’ll never know if you don’t Go
C/F# B
You’ll never shine if you don’t glow
F# B C/F# B
Hey now, you’re an all-star, get your game on, go play
F# B C/F# B
Hey now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid
F# B C/F#
All that glitters is gold
F# B C/F#
Only shooting stars break the mold…
F# B C/F#
And all that glitters is gold
F# E B
Only shooting stars break the mold…
