Laughter is an s away
From slaughter
If you live by the sword
You’ll die the pen
Instinct’s in the trunk
And little Richard drives your car
You want yesterday back
You were happy then
Don’t believe a word you read about me
In your Sunday papers
’cause they’re not quite true
This could be a sticky situation
Red faces all around
You were caught with your pants down
Embroidering the truth
Beyond all recognition’s fine
You got Max on the line
You’re the talk of the town
Everything is hunky dory
And your garden’s filled of roses
But they’re not in bloom
When the price of fame’s gone through the roof today
Somebody here’s got to pay
With his life and his wife
All over the front-page of outrage
Can’t you keep your face out of the headlines
Does it make you feel sick
How you tickle the public
A woman that holds you hand would really like to wring your neck
But she stands by her man
Does the only thing she can
Don’t believe a word they say
If you see my neighbours on the TV
On News At Ten
When the price of fame’s gone through the roof today
Somebody here’s got to pay
With his life and his wife
All over the front-page of outrage
Kenny what’re you saying when you’re choking on humble pie
Mr Walter Mitty just got found out with his white lies
When the price of fame’s gone through the roof today
Somebody here, somebody here’s got to pay
With the world and his wife
All over the front-page of outrage