I Wanna Be George Clooney

I Wanna Be George Clooney

I don’t want to sell flowers on the street
I don’t wanna wear old saffron robes
Put plastic sandals on my feet
I don’t wanna sing songs under a tree
I don’t wanna be a spiritual Moonie
I wanna be George Clooney

I don’t wanna play football on a local team
I don’t want dry sand kicked in my face
Hope for a small town dream
I don’t wanna live in a tent by the sea
I don’t wanna be a guy who’s puny
I wanna be George Clooney

Star struck bum truck

Cleaning up the rich man’s muck

Hollywood Bollywood I’ll do whatever Dolly would

Flash car fast life

Alimony payment to my third wife

Uptown tinsel town I'll be a happy celluloid clown

I don’t want to be a man in an off the rack suit

I don’t wanna live in a suburban sprawl

Shucking corn for my daily loot

I don’t wanna beg on bended knee

I don’t wanna be a dust bowl Zuni

I wanna be George Clooney

I don’t wanna win a contested political seat

I don’t want to argue deals with lawyers

Vote on wars or take the heat

I don’t wanna enter a last minute plea

I don’t wanna be a raving loony

I wanna be George Clooney

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