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Whoa-oh, fame They're takin' ev'rything an' twistin' it Whoa-oh, 'fame' they're sayin' Yeah, I never could have resisted it What's in a name And ev'rybody's jadded by fame Whoa, fame again The press has gone an' made another mess of it Ho-oh, just because they've got so much invested in it But they say you're to blame, it's your own fault 'Cause you've got mixed up in fame Whoa, no don't believe all that Old Andy Warhol guff! It takes a lot more than ten or fiften minutes That's just not enough To qualifiy you for fame Ya went beyond the boundaries of sanity And ev'ryday you defy all the laws of gravity Ya ain't got no shame |
'Cause you're just addicted to fame Alright (Instrumental and guitar) Whoa no, don't ya buy None of that old Andy Warhol stuff-a It takes a lot more than ten or fifteen minutes That's just not enough To qualify you for fame They're already settin' up your own Watergate Whoa-oh, fame That stalker out there is just filled with hate You'll never be the same 'Cause ev'rybody's corrupted by fame Whoa-oh-oh-oh, fame You took away all my humanity Oh-oh, fame |
Got to fight ev'ry second of the day for my dignity You're suspectator's game And there ain't nothin' fair about fame Do it again Whoa-oh (Fame) Whoa-oh (Fame) Say it again Whoa-oh (Fame) Say it again Fame (Fame) They say you're to blame 'Cause you got mixed up in fame. |
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