Paparazzi, can't make the man.

Paparazzi, can't break the man.



Next to the transit lounge

see the Paparazzi tears.

No-one came today

from Boston or Tangiers.

And in departures -- only

faceless trippers trip,

loaded with duty free

held in white knuckle grip.



Snap it up, flash away --

steal a camel for a day.

Break the story in heavy type --

the news is running late tonight.



Be-decked with Nikon necklaces

hear the Paparazzi cries.

Under their noses walk

the famous in disguise.

Conspicuously huddled there

but no-one stops to look.

They've got their crayons out

to colour in the book.



Snap it up, flash away --

steal a camel for a day.

Break the story in heavy type --

Paparazzi won't be home tonight.



Paparazzi -- write it down.

Paparazzi -- turn it around.

Paparazzi -- take it, fake it,

break it.

'cos it's a story.



Now someone's cut the lines

communication's down.

All photo film is fogged.

Celebrities surround

and jab their fingers at me.

They kiss but I can't tell.

Even poor Paparazzi

must have privacy as well