Texty: David Bowie. Fame 90.

Fame, makes a man take things over
Fame, lets him loose, hard to swallow
Fame, puts you there where things are hollow
Fame

Fame, not your brain, it's just the flame
That burns your change to keep you insane
Fame, fame, fame

Fame, what you like is in the Limo
Fame, what you get is no tomorrow
Fame, what you need you have to borrow
Fame, fame

Fame, 'Nien! It's mine!' Is just his line
To bind your time, it drives you to crime
Fame, what's your name?

Fame, could it be the best, could it be?
Really be, really, babe?
Could it be, my babe, could it, babe? Really, really?

Is it any wonder? I reject you first
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Is it any wonder? You heart's too cool to fool
Fame, fame

Fame, bully for you, chilly for me
Got to get a rain check on pain
Fame

Fame, fame, fame
Fame, what's your name?