Fame, doin' it for the fame The fame, fame Cause we wanna live the life Of the rich and famous Cause we gotta taste for champagne And endless fortune All we care about is Fame, fame baby We live for the fame, fame baby

We gotta kick 'em out Well I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy I know how you want it When you're hot and tight The girl can't stand it When you're doing it right when

We gotta kick 'em out Well I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy I know how you want it When you're hot and tight The girl can't stand it When you're doing it right when

Play me a song People said he was useless Them people all were fools To ever play the blues Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew Well, I got your drinkin' money Tune up your Dobro 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker Well, I used to wake the mornin'

Palms are fitted black and finely tuned He won't come down To triggers that cause bodies that tremble But this mud looks shallow from the beach When we hide behind such ugly faces And the dark eyed woman lifts her head "Why do we hide behind such ugly