Pop Star

I caught a wave
"Manera"
I did "Cutback, Hang Five
Hang Ten"
I'm the best surfer
On my street...

I don't have the patience for school
My grades
Are always red
But I don't care
I pack my bags
And head to Hawaii...

Your mom doesn't understand
The feeling of
My guitar at ten
And she's always watching soap operas
At eleven...

I think
Nobody understands me
They say I'm
Too much "New Wave"
I go with the wave that
Takes me higher
Takes me
Takes me...

Your mom says
I'm a bum
And your dad
Is so snobby:
"This boy
Doesn't suit you
We'll find
A good match for you"...

But when I
Become a star
With my guitar
And my surfboard
By my side
I want to see at dinner time
Your dad sitting at the table
Next to a "Pop Star"...

And his grandson too
Will be "New Wave"
Son of a "Pop Star"
"Pop Star" is
And we'll all
Live in Hawaii
Play guitar
At three in the morning
And the neighborhood
With their hair standing up
And in the way
We want...

I think nobody
Understands me
They say I'm
Too much "New Wave"
I go with the wave
That takes me higher
Takes me, takes me...

Your mom says
I'm a bum
And your dad
Is so snobby:
"This boy
Doesn't suit you
We'll find
A good match for you"...

But when I
Become a star
With my guitar
And my surfboard by my side
I want to see at dinner time
Your dad sitting at the table
Next to a "Pop Star"...

And his grandson too
Will be "New Wave"
Son of a "Pop Star"
"Pop Star" is
And we'll all
Live in Hawaii
Play guitar
At three in the morning
And the neighborhood
With their hair standing up
And in the way
We want...

Oh! Oh! Oh!