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