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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