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?