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.
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. Explain Request ×
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