Oh Mr James Dean, he don't belong to anything   Oh he left before they could get him   With their ways, their wicked ways      Oh Marilyn Monroe, where did you go?   I didn't hear all your stories   I didn't see all your glory      But the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strife   I just don't care in the end   Who is she to pretend   That she's one of them?   I don't think so   And the girl from that show   Yes the one we all know   She thinks she's some kinda star   Yes you know who you are   I don't think so, I don't think so      Oh Ginger Rogers, Fred Astaire   Won't you dance for me cos I just don't care   What's going on today   I think there's something more, something more      And I'm gone with the wind like they were before   But I'm believing myself I think there's something more   There must be something more   I think there's something more, something more      But still the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strife   I just don't care in the end   Who is she to pretend   That she's one of them?   I don't think so   And the girl from that show   Yes the one we all know   She thinks she's some kinda star   Yes you know who you are   I don't think so, I don't think so      Oh I don't believe in the telling of your stories   Throughout your life, there's just something unappealing   It don't catch my eye   It don't catch my eye   Oh I don't believe in the selling of your glories   Before you leave this life, there's so much more to see   I don't believe this is how the world should be      But still the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strife   I just don't care in the end   Who is she to pretend   That she's one of them?   I don't think so   And the girl from that show   Yes the one we all know   She thinks she's some kinda star   Yes you know who you are   I don't think so, I don't think so      The footballer's wife tells her troubles and strife   I just don't care in the end   Who is she to pretend   That she's one of them?