ROCKING THE WORLD
Stadium full of screaming teens
Hot young things in cut-off jeans
You're on the front page of magazines
And you find yourself...
Driving the media machine
A hot shot on the social scene
This reality was once just a dream
Status whore…such a libertine
When you find yourself... in the back seat of limousines
Everywhere you go... it always seems as though...
Everybody knows your face and name...
They call you a rock n' roller
Because you're rocking the world
You're stopping traffic
Without crossing streets
Smiling face on everyone you meet
Full house with no empty seats
People pay you money
Just to hear you speak
Everywhere you go...
it always seems as though...
Everybody knows your face, your name
They call you a rock n' roller
Because you're rocking the world