(Melanie Safka)
What do you do when the people go home
And what do you do when the show is all done
I know what I'll do in the alone of my time
But what will I do with the leftover wine
A line from a poem of my childhood has said
That visions of sugarplums were gonna dance in my head
I'll spend my whole life making the time rhyme
But I'll still have a bowl of leftover wine
I'll spend my whole life making the time rhyme
And then I'll sing them a song of mine
You know I'm gonna do anything
Just to take up time
Cause I can't find a taker for the leftover
Superstar
I used to think quite a lot of you
Wished I could do all the things you do
But honey, I've seen the light
You've never been on a movie screen
Hollywood you have never seen
But you think you're too good for me
Hey Hey Hey
Who the hell you think you are
No no, you're not a superstar
Hey Hey Hey
This time you really went too far
No no, you're not a superstar
You walk around like you're Brad Pitt
Don't even know that you're full of shit
There are no billboards of you
So tonight, honey, say your prayers
You're gonna hate me but I don't care
‘cause now it's your turn to cry
Late at night when you close your eyes
You'll see me
who do you think you are
You're not a superstar, no
Mr. Big Stuff, you're gonna hate me
Mr. Big Shot, you're gonna suffer
Mr. Big Stuff, you're gonna learn your place