Lame for Fame
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Lame for fame  copyright Ken Stewart / Anthony Waugh
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It’s drive time on the radio   Everybodies ready to rock
The DJ’s advice is coming through  It’s all just a part of the plot
“Don’t say anything at all,  keep it nice and straight
Make a tune, a scream or two, your song is sure to rate”

But I can’t play this stinking game
And I don’t want your hollow fame
Cos I …. Got something to say  “forget it kid get out of my way”

They won’t play my song on the radio
They won’t play my song on the radio
They won’t play my song on the radio
And I don’t like the reason why!

I can go Fa la la la la la   la la  la laaa

Fuck you! , fuck you! fuck you!

It’s prime time on the TV, everybodies staying up late
It’s the programmers choice, she knows what he likes
Her advice you really must take

“Don’t say anything at all
keep it fresh, show us your flesh
give us a tune sing in the nude  your song is sure to rate”

But I can’t play this stinking game
And I don’t want your hollow fame
Cos I …. Got something to say “forget it kid get out of my way”

They won’t play my song on the radio
They won’t play my song on the radio
They won’t play my song on the radio
And I don’t like the reason why!

Fa la la la la la   la la  la laaa
Lame for fame, It’s the name of the game!

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