Superstar, Tik Tok Wrestling Parody song

It took me about about 8 months to finish this. I hope you like these original lyrics

Wake up in the morning feeling like Shane-o
Got my schedule I'm out the door, I'm bout to hit this show
Gonna leave brush my teeth with a bottle of 'Rade
Before I leave for the night this crowd's gonna go insane

I'm talking fans calling up my phone, phone
Never wanna go back home, home
Tellin Miz he just got pwned, pwned
I'm talking posing for a magazine, zine
Always bein' in the scene, scene
Hope the pyro doesn't hit me, me... (Jeff Hardy...)


Don't stop
This shit rocks
These planes have lots of stops
Superstar
Lots of cars
I don't even need a bar
V.I.P
Something stinks
I think it's all of Ryder's grease
Ya know, oh oh oh ohh, oh oh oh ohh

Who cares
Only underwear
All the kids just jump and stare
I'm a star
I get really far
Barely wearing clothes at all
Traveling Seeing lots of fans
They all wanna shake my hand
Ya know, oh oh oh ohh, oh oh oh ohh

Ain't got a care in this world
But got plenty of cheers
Ain't got a workout on my plate But I'm already here
And now the fans are lining up
Cuz the show's bout to start
I think I'll put on my tights and
Get this crowd wound up

I'm talking walking out of this place place
Talking to all their face, face
Hoping the crowd's insane, sane

Now now now, Stay until they get too big, big
And they will get too big, big
But then I gotta go win, win
Prepare for my match and win

Don't stop
This shit rocks
This plane has lots of stops
Superstar
Lots of cars
I don't even need a bar
All my fans
They're so loyal
I think I found some baby oil
Oh oh oh ohh, oh oh oh ohh
(Repeat)

They shout my name
I still feel pain
It's just my job and I love it
The free tickets
Red carpet shows
nothing compares to their reaction
They want my tees
They want to know
That I'm only in it for the wrestling
Put your hands up
Put your signs up
Get yourself UP!

Now the music just starts when I'm strutin'

Don't stop
This shit rocks
This plane has lots of stops
Superstar
Lots of cars
I don't even need a bar
V.I.P.
Something sticks
I think it's Ryder's grease
Ya know, oh oh oh ohh, oh oh oh ohh
(Repeat)