Paparazzi
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 color in the book.

Snap it up, flash away

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.

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.

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Writer(s): IAN ANDERSON