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.
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