Everybody knows my name,
Everybody wants the fame,
Everybody wants to see,
Everybody wants a piece of me,
Everybody wants the fun,
Everybody needs the gun,
Everybody, be so kind,
Still got my piece of mind,
Everybody knows my name,
Everybody, can you feel my pain'

I was born a poor boy, left home when I was four,
Mama never named me, so I never was for sure,
I learned to read enough to know life wasn't so kind,
All I own is my guitar, and a little peace of mind.

Everybody knows my name,
Everybody, play the game,
Everybody wants the fame,
Everybody knows my name.

I went out into the world to find my place in life,
I'm learning more every day, surviving really bites,
They used me for a line of coke, needles, knives and guns,
I said to myself, "I've found home, 'cause this place sounds like fun."

Everybody knows my name,
Everybody, play the game,
Everybody wants the fame,
Everybody knows my name.

I've seen holy rollers and the midnight strollers,
Cops shake with fear,
High heels clicking, and the red lipstick, and the blood, the sweat and the tears,
I've read about a man who died on a cross for everybody's sins; if you want to make a change you gotta put your faith in him,
I've seen the limelight in New York City,
Seen the rainbow in Hollywood,
I walked the streets of London, England,
The streets of gold look so good.

I voted for their politician,
I've seen all the dirty religion,
I wore their three-piece suits, but I didn't wear the army boots,
I didn't fire the guns of war; I never knew what we were fighting for,
Everybody wants the fame,
Everybody knows my name.

Everybody wants the pain,
Everybody knows my name.