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.
'cause 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.