Instrumente
Ensemblen
Oper
Komponisten
Performers

Songtexte: Rolling Stones. Rarities 1971-2003. If I Was A Dancer, Pt2.

I stand accused of talking
But I feel that we are falling
In the same old groove
The radio is playing
Spitting out the same old news

It's time to get up, get out
Get out into something new
Time to get up, get out
Out into something new

Everybody wants somebody's fantasy
Everybody wants somebody's crazy dreams
Everybody wants somebody's fantasy
Everybody wants somebody's crazy dreams

If I was a woman, I would want a new man every night
If I was a woman, I would want a new man every night
If I was a politician, make sure I was the best in sight
If I was a woman, I would want a new man every night

The poor man eyes the rich man
Denigrates his poverty
The rich man eyes the poor man
And envies his simplicity

Everybody wants somebody's fantasy
Everybody wants somebody's crazy dreams


If I was a movie star, five million dollars would be my price
If I was a trucker, I'd drive for seven days and seven lonely
nights
If I was a drummer, I would never miss the beat
If I was a dancer, y'all would never see my feet
If I was a hooker, a thousand dollars would be my price, all
right
If I was a candidate for President, I'd make sure I had a
steady wife
If I was a millionaire, I'd spend all my money in one crazy
night

I am what I am
(?) boss ??
I am what I am
My dreams can't be bought
Yeah, I said now here comes a dollar fifty(?)
Stranding in New York(?)
Yeah, I am what I am
(?)

Everybody wants somebody's crazy dreams
Everybody want somebody's fantasy
Everybody wants somebody's crazy dreams