Shooting Star

Aren't you tired of all those mindless TV talent shows? They're so contrived and artificial. It's really sickening how the audience and contestants are so blatantly exploited. The winners are forced to sign 360 degree contracts where their management take a huge percentage of EVERYTHING they do.

Out of their earnings, the artist has to pay all the expenses of recording, performing, videos, musicians, transport, hotels and touring etc, as well as all the hangers on. The majority are left owing far more than they earn and end up bankrupt.

But they do enjoy the glamour of being a so called celebrity. Unfortunately, that only lasts until the next series of the show when the whole ridiculous circus starts again and a new 'star' is born.

Fat man smokes a fat cigar

He's a big shot

Hey, son, you play a mean guitar

What a talent you got

When I heard you sing ding-a-ling-a

I thought, man, that's a real cool singer

Blue eyes and a baby face

You've got what it takes

Hey, kid, you know you could go far

To my advantage

Sign here and I'll make you a superstar

For the right percentage

All you do is sing ding-a-ling-a

Wrap the world round your little finger

You don't seem to realise

What a lucky boy you are

So come on shoot now

Shoot my shooting star

So you sign your name

And the rhythm starts

You cut a record

And it hits the charts

You make some friends

And you break some hearts

But that's all in the game

You keep on climbing till you reach the top

But you go so far you can only drop

So you wake up tomorrow

And you're a flop

And nobody knows your name

Fat man drives a big, fast car

He's made a fortune

Poor kid, he used to be a star

Now nobody wants him

Remember when he'd sing ding-a-ling-a

Had the world round his little finger

Didn't seem to realise

You can only go so far

So come on shoot now

Shoot my shooting star