Song Description

A cynical, tongue in cheek retelling of an up and coming debutante who has no taste for the way excess is glamorized and the unaothentic lifestyle portrayed through the entertainment meda. Specfically referencing Paris Hilton. (WWPHD? "What Would Paris Hilton Do?)

Lyrics

I want to be a celebrity
Cause I'm a social tragedy
A smooth cruise in a long black car
look at these clothes I'm an imminent star

I need some notoriety
I've got a nose for impropriety
A tight hang with the pop stars
I'm L.A.-bound and I'm going to go far,

Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Rock star!
How did you, you, you, get where you are?
She said "What Would Paris Hilton Do?"

I want to star in a video
Play for the camera's red light glow
Find a handsome playboy who won't refuse
Don't worry baby we're all being used
And when I get arrested
My fans will scream "Release this Princess!"
And when I hit the hoosegow
Another chance to milk fame's cash cow

Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Rock star!
How did you, you, you, get where you are?
She said "What Would Paris Hilton Do?"

Where Have all the heroes gone?
And Can they save me?
The glamour girls will steal the show
But here's the real me

I'm L.A.-bound and I'm going to go far

Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Rock star!
How did you, you, you, get where you are?
She said "What Would Paris Hilton Do?"
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Rock star!
How did you, you, you, get where you are?
She said "What Would Paris Hilton Do?"