Paparazzi, can't make the man.
Paparazzi, can't break the man.
Next to the transit lounge
see the Paparazzi tears.
No-one came in 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.
Paparazzi
Paparazzi
Paparazzi
it's a story.
Paparazzi, can't make the man.
Paparazzi, can't break the man.
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.
Snap it up, flash away –
steal a camel for a day.
Break the story in heavy type –
the news is running late tonight.
Snap it up, flash away –
steal a camel for a day.
Break the story in heavy type –
Paparazzi won't be home tonight.