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.