Ever since I was a baby I have had one dream in mind 
And each Christmas I think maybe it will finally come true 
It's a simple wish that ev'ryone has had from time to time 
So I know you'll understand me 
when I share my dream with you.

I wanna be rich, famous and powerful 
Step on all my enemies and never do a thing 
I wanna be rich, famous and powerful 
So all I have to do all day is sit around and sing.

I don't wanna work, struggle or compromise 
When I set a goal I wanna reach it right away 
'cause paying your dues, that's just for other guys 
As for me, I want what I want and I want it all today!

I don't wanna audition, I don't wanna take class 
I wanna be discovered while I'm sitting on my ass 
I should not have to suffer, I should not have to sweat 
I tried that for ten minutes once and look, what did I get?

I'm still not rich, famous or powerful 
Barbra Streisand has it all and I can do what she can do 
So why is she rich, famous and powerful? 
While I'm still stuck here 
schlepping through my life like all of you.

What does it take to be famous and powerful? 
Santa, if you're listening, please tell me what to do 
What do I have to fake to be famous and powerful? 
I've done ev'rything I can and now the rest is up to you.

I tried being good, I tried being nice 
I even tried pretending I was listining once or twice 
But the really big stars have made it without it 
Was Betty Davis pleasant? Well, I seriously doubt it 
STILL SHE WAS RICH! 
Everyone adored her and the world was at her feet 
And SHE WAS A BITCH! 
It's obvious that I have gotten nowhere being sweet!

Now I know I should be thankful 
for the blessings that I've got 
My husband truely worships me and starving I am not 
And I suppose good friends and family 
and health count for alot 
But I have to admit, all this doesn't mean SHIT 
If I'm not rich, famous and powerful

Oh, come on, don't be so shocked, 
you know you feel the same as I 
If we were rich, famous and powerful 
We could take all those agents and casting directors 
Tiny apartments and back tax collectors 
Critics and casting calls, chilly rehersal halls 
People who bore us and jobs in the chorus 
And kiss them all goodbye!

Is that too much to ask?