Fame (alternative “Flute” mix, with full ending) Songtext
von David Bowie

One, two, three

(Fame) makes a man take things over
(Fame) keeps him loose and hard to swallow
(Fame) puts you there where things are hollow
Fame

(Fame) "It′s mine, it's mine," is just his line
Put a sentiment to it
Fame
Fame

(Fame) what you want is in your limo
(Fame) what you get is no tomorrow
(Fame) what you need, you have to borrow
Fame


(Fame) it′s not that fast, just his change
To send you to be near
Sane
Hush, fame

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

Is it any wonder I reject you first?
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Is it any wonder you're far too cool to fool?
Fame

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

Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame

What's your name?