It was first or second grade
I can’t remember which
All I know is I had a teacher back then
We decided was a witch

She made us dress up as the planets
To understand the solar system
I learned that the world revolved around me
See, Timmy was Saturn, I was the sun
I knew right then I was going to be a star

Jack’s old man
Doesn’t drive a mini van
The rich kid’s claim to fame
Traveling in a shining Mustang
Well Jack, I won’t have to hitch a ride
To taste the higher life
See the hounds of Hollywood
Know whose scent to follow

I can see it now
A blinding flash of red hot light
This is my supernova
You better hold on tight

I was almost nineteen
Taking a class in Astronomy
Studying how the stars aligned
Method for my first movie

The story of a space odyssey
I was captain Wolf of the spaceship Brave
A spitting image of his sparkling deck
Addicted to a sense of adventure
Not to mention transcendent love affairs
With Harry, Luanne, and Sue
And that green alien from X5-2

By age ten
I thought I would have a mansion
But I wasn’t getting any younger
Even with the clothes I threw asunder
I was growing tall, dark, and handsome
Biding my time with a seductive smile
In the checkout lanes of every store
On the cover of a model magazine

I can see it now
A blinding flash of red hot light
This is my supernova
You better hold on tight

A storm of cameras and microphones
Will stalk me down the red carpet
For at least the seventh time

Then I’ll go out with the biggest bang
No one will forget my name
An overdose of cocaine