Album: Fame

Fame

When I'm walking down fame hall
I see this odd brown door

When I look inside it
It tells me what fame is
and how hard it is to be famous

And now that dogz throw flowers out
and ask for autographs

I guess fame is too hard for me
I'm just not too mature

I'm too naive
and I can't handle money

So when I'm walking down the fame hall
I see the odd brown door

When I look inside it
It tells me what fame is
and how hard it is to be famous

(guitar break)

And now that dogz throw flowers out
and ask for autographs

I guess fame is too hard for me
I'm just not too mature

I'm too naive
and I can't handle money

And I guess there's too much stuff
for me to handle
and now I must give up on all my thoughts

When I'm walking down fame hall
I see this odd brown door

When I look inside it
It tells me what fame is
and how hard it is to be famous

Famous
Famous
Famous

(famous)