When will I, will I be famous?   [Musical interlude]   You're suitably at 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.   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.      You're a slave to fashion and you're life is full of passion,    it's the way you are.   You've suffered for your Art with your jogging in the park,    You know you should go 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.      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.   A big star overnight.   I can't answer your question-    it's driving me insane.   and your impossible impatience   is tearing out my brain.   -musical interlude-   When will I, will I be famous?   I can't answer, I can't answer the that.   [Repeated lots of times.]   When will I, will I be famous?