Lyrics

21st Century Rock Star
Bill Gaunce

Well now Johnny doesn't wanna play piano
Or hide behind the drums with some sticks
He knows a 21st Century Rock Star
Has to dance to get the chicks
And Johnny doesn't wanna learn bass
No time for electric guitar
Just some moves from the moon
A little auto-tune
He'll be a 21st century star

No Drivin' vans
With the gear from the band
Payin' dues in some funky, smoky bar
Ain't time enough for none of this stuff
He's a 21st Century Star
He never wrote a song on his own
Never needed to to get this far
But he's got t-shirts, ball caps,
flip flops with his logo
He's a 21st century star

He's got an agent that smokes a cigar
A groupie whose smokin' . . . too cute
And a manager with a monkey on his back
who is sleeping with his groupie
and takes 25% of his loot

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He's got an agent that smokes a cigar
A groupie whose smokin' . . . too cute
And a manager with a monkey on his back
who is sleeping with his groupie
and takes 25% of his loot

Now Johnny's in the back of his limo
I see him around here all the time
And when he passes a blues cat passin' the hat
He always tosses a dime
He's a 21st Century Star

A 21st Century Rock Star