Who the hell you think you are?
Considering yourself a star,
But you're nothing more than a pile of shit,
And between true friends you don't fit,
Sure you can play nice,
But please do think twice,
'cause what about your attitude,
which has changed into a rock star mood
Smash all kind of masters,
Even bigheaded bastards,
Selling tons of records,
Doesn't make you a God,
You're just like the rest,