What’s Not To Like
Do, do, do, do, do
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do, do, do, do, do
When you're a superstar
They know your name wherever you are
Life is crazy and I like it
Pictures on magazines
Autographs and 90,000 screams
Get the dream and then you live it
Oh, wouldn't you want that too?
Who could blame you?
Oh, 'cause what I say is true, oh yeah
When you're a VIP
You get whatever you please
What's not to like?
The fans screaming your name
All the fortune and fame
What's not to, what's not, what's not to like?
Yeah
Do, do, do, do, do
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do, do, do, do, do
Life in the spotlight
Designer clothes you wear one time
Tell me, now who wouldn't love it?
Hollywood celebrity
Coast to coast, sold out every CD
Loving every minute of it
Oh, wouldn't you want that too?
Who could blame you?
Oh, 'cause what I say is true, oh yeah
When you're a VIP
You get whatever you please
What's not to like?
The fans screaming your name
All the fortune and fame
What's not to like?
You party all the time
You get to live the life
What's not to, what's not, what's not to like?
Signing pictures 'till the end of the line
Smiling every time (smiling every time)
The song, you want to hear them sing it
Feels good, gonna bring it
Radios, live shows
Be the star in movie roles
Whoo, what's not to like?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
When you're a VIP
You get whatever you please
What's not to like?
The fans screaming your name
All the fortune and fame
Doesn't that sound nice?
You party all the time
You get to live the life (live the life)
What's not to like?
When you're a superstar
Everyone knows who you are
What's not to, what's not, what's not to like?
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