On the radio, I heard a song that seems to be sung by a nerdish guy, and the words are" I dream of starry nights" At least thats what I could get out of it

Starry Nights by Iggy Pop? ???

Stars in the sky
I like them better than you
Stars in the sky
They tell me what to do
I don’t care about your city
Or your fat income
I don’t care about your vanity fair
Or your fudging sitcom

Starry night
Starry night
That starry night

Makes me feel alright
I heard a lotta mean talkin’
I met a lotta tough guys-they all look
Pretty ugly under the stars
Go out to the desert
And just look up
You can feel yourself
Under the stars
All man’s buildings
Will soon be gone
’cause something here
Is absolutely wrong

Starry night
Starry night
That starry night

Makes me feel alright
Like a human being
Take your building and your income and
Shove it up your ass-
Take your building and your income and stuff
It with your cash-
I heard a lotta big talk-met a lotta tough guys-
That sheesh looks ugly under a starry night-
Which country is the strongest?
Who plays the best guitar?
Who fudging cares
Under the stars

or
Starry Starry Night by Don McLean

Starry
starry night
paint your palette blue and grey

look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils

catch the breeze and the winter chills

in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how

perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry
starry night
flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze

swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain

weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you
but still your love was true

and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.

Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls

frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met

the ragged men in ragged clothes

the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity

how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they're not
list'ning still
perhaps they never will.

it is definetly not Don Mclean