Lletres: Bros. When Will I Be Famous.

When will I, will I be famous?

Yes, you're suitably one
With your body and the sun
Yes, you are

You've read Karl Marx
And you've taught yourself to dance
You're the best by far

But you keep asking the question
Oh, you're not supposed to mention

When will I, will I be famous?
I can't answer, I can't answer that
When will I see my picture in the paper?
I can't answer, I can't answer that

When will I, will I be famous?
You keep asking me, babe

You're a slave to fashion
And your life is full of passion
It's the way you are

You've suffered for your art
With the jogging in the park
You know you should go far

But you keep asking the question
Oh, you're not supposed to mention
I'm not supposed to mention

When will I, will I be famous?
I can't answer, I can't answer that
When will I see my picture in the paper?
I can't answer, I can't answer that

Oh, I can't tell you when
You'll see your name
Up in lights

When will I, will I be famous?
You keep asking me, babe
I can't wait

You won't suffer in silence
You're a talent, you know that I've noticed
You'd like to be a legend
Big star over night

Tell me, when?
I can't answer your question
I can't wait, it's driving me insane
And you're impossible in patience
Tearing at my brain

It's tearing
I can't take it, take it much more

When will I, will I?
When will I?

When will I, will I be famous?
I can't answer, I can't answer that
When will I, will I be famous?
I can't answer, I can't answer that

When will I, will I be famous?
I can't answer, I can't answer that
When will I see my picture in the paper?
I can't answer, I can't answer that

When will I?
When, when, tell me when?
I can't answer, I can't tell you
Answer that

When will I, will I be famous?