(David Bowie/John Lennon/Carlos Alomar)



Fame, makes a man take things over

Fame, lets him loose, hard to swallow

Fame, puts you there where things are hollow

Fame



Fame, it's not your brain, it's just the flame

That burns your change to keep you insane

Fame



Fame, what you like is in the limo

Fame, what you get is no tomorrow

Fame, what you need you have to borrow

Fame



Fame, "Nien! It's mine!" is just his line

To bind your time, it drives you to, crime

Fame



Could it be the best, could it be?

Really be, really, babe?

Could it be, my babe, could it, babe?

Really, really?



Is it any wonder I reject you first?

Fame, fame, fame, fame

Is it any wonder you are too cool to fool

Fame



Fame, bully for you, chilly for me

Got to get a rain check on pain

Fame



Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame

Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame

Fame, fame, fame



Fame

What's your name?



(whispered)

Feeling so gay, feeling gay