F#          C#           G#m             B                     
Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me 
    F#                 C#           G#m   B      
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed 
         F#             C#             G#m                         
She was looking kinda dumb with her finger and her 
B             F#           C#           G#m       B        
Thumb in the shape of an "L" on her forehead 
 
  F#                                 C# 
Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming 
G#m                       B 
Back to the rules and I hit the ground running 
  F#                        C# 
Didn't make sense not to live for fun 
    G#m                      B 
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb 
 
  F#             C# 
So much to do so much to see 
   G#m                            B 
So what's wrong with taking the back streets 
   F#                       C# 
You'll never know if you don't go 
   G#m                      B 
You'll never shine if you don't glow 
 

Chorus:
F#                  C#           G#m             B  
Hey now you're an All Star get your game on, go play 
F#                  C#           G#m             B  
Hey now you're a Rock Star get the show on get paid 
F#             C#           G#m         B
And all that glitters is gold 
                           F#       E         B 
Only shooting stars break the mold 
 

   F#                        C# 
It's a cool place and they say it gets colder 
   G#m                 B 
You're bundled up now but wait 'til you get older 
    F#                    C# 
But the media men beg to differ 
                 G#m                  B 
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture 
 
             F#                     C# 
The ice we skate is getting pretty thin 
                    G#m                        B 
The waters getting warm so you might as well swim 
               F#               C# 
My world's on fire how about yours 
           G#m                             B 
That's the way I like it and I never get bored 


Chorus:
F#                  C#           G#m             B  
Hey now you're an All Star get your game on, go play 
F#                  C#           G#m             B  
Hey now you're a Rock Star get the show on get paid 
F#             C#           G#m 
And all that glitters is gold 
B                          F#       E         B 
Only shooting stars break the mould 
F#                  C#           G#m             B  
Hey now you're an All Star get your game on, go play 
F#                  C#           G#m             B  
Hey now you're a Rock Star get the show on get paid 
F#             E           B 
And all that glitters is gold 
                           F#       E         B 
Only shooting stars break the mold 


F#              C#                G#m                B  
Somebody once asked, could you spare some change for gas 
F#                     C#              G#m    B         
I need to get myself away from this place
F#                 C#                G#m                B  
I said yep what a concept I could use a little fuel myself 
        F#           C#        B7
And we could all use a little change 
 
  F#                                 C# 
Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming 
G#m                       B 
Back to the rules and I hit the ground running 
  F#                        C# 
Didn't make sense not to live for fun 
    G#m                      B 
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb 
 
   F#             C# 
So much to do so much to see 
   G#m                            B 
So what's wrong with taking the back streets 
   F#                       C# 
You'll never know if you don't go 
   G#m                      B 
You'll never shine if you don't glow 
 

Chorus:
F#                  C#           G#m             B  
Hey now you're an All Star get your game on, go play 
F#                  C#           G#m             B  
Hey now you're a Rock Star get the show on get paid 
F#             E           B 
And all that glitters is gold 
                           F#       E         B7
Only shooting stars break the mold