When you were young you always thought you'd be a star
Even when you washed the glasses in that bar
But since you've been recognised
Your modesty's been paralysed
Your looking through Gilmours eyes

In a starfit
Nothing cuts the mustard in a starfit
Your p's and q's are busted
And you don't give a damn
About the every fan who puts the coinage in your starfit

And when it's done what will become of all that pride
The washed out stares lay bare the care that cracks inside
You are nothing more than you were before
You're just a played out bore

Having a starfit
Nothing cuts the mustard in a starfit
Your p's and q's are busted
And you don't give a damn
You're waiting for the man to put a plaster on your starfit

But since you've been recognised
Your modesty's been paralysed
You’re looking through Garbo's eyes

In a starfit
Nothing cuts the mustard in a starfit
Your p's and q's are busted
And you don't give a damn
You're waiting for the man that puts a plaster on your starfit
Nothing cuts the mustard in a starfit