All Star Lyrics|Smash mouth all star lyrics

 Singer Smash Mouth
Song Writer Greg Camp

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me

I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed

She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb

In the shape of an “L” on her forehead

Well, the years start coming, and they don’t stop coming

Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running

Didn’t make sense not to live for fun

Your brain gets smart, but your head gets dumb

So much to do, so much to see

So what’s wrong with taking the back streets?

You’ll never know if you don’t go

You’ll never shine if you don’t glow

Hey, now, you’re an all-star, get your game on, go play

Hey, now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid

And all that glitters is gold

Only shooting stars break the mold

It’s a cool place, and they say it gets colder

You’re bundled up now wait ’til you get older

But the meteor men beg to differ

Judging by the hole in the satellite picture

The ice we skate is getting pretty thin

The water’s getting warm so you might as well swim

My world’s on fire. How about yours?

That’s the way I like it, and I’ll never get bored.

Hey, now, you’re an all-star, get your game on, go play

Hey, now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid

And all that glitters is gold

Only shooting stars break the mold

Go for the moon

Go for the moon

Go for the moon

Go for the moon

Hey, now, you’re an all-star, get your game on, go play

Hey, now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid

And all that glitters is gold

Only shooting stars

Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas

I need to get myself away from this place

I said yep, what a concept

I could use a little fuel myself

And we could all use a little change

Well, the years start coming, and they don’t stop coming

Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running

Didn’t make sense not to live for fun

Your brain gets smart, but your head gets dumb

So much to do, so much to see

So what’s wrong with taking the back streets?

You’ll never know if you don’t go

You’ll never shine if you don’t glow

Hey, now, you’re an all-star, get your game on, go play

Hey, now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid

And all that glitters is gold

Only shooting stars break the mold

And all that glitters is gold

Only shooting stars break the mold



 

 

Written By Greg Camp

Trombone John Gove

Guitar Greg Camp & Paul De Lisle

Released by Interscope Records

 

Vocals Steve Harwell

Drums Kevin Coleman

Bass Paul De Lisle

Release Date May 4, 1999