Fame, fame fame. What's your name? What's your name?
Ah, the delicious irony.
You always said that fame was the name of your game.
Ah, the delicious irony.
In your padded mansion, in your stretched out car,
Oh, the delicious irony,
You wore Marilyn's dress and played Jimi's guitar,
and oh, the delicious irony.
Contempt, contempt for the gormless throngs.
Ah, the delicious irony.
As they gawped at your games and they sang your silly songs,
but ah, the delicious irony.
You didn't think that powder would rot your nose,
Oh, the delicious irony.
A small price to pay for the life that you chose,
but oh, the delicious irony.
You kept on dancing, and they kept on voting.
Ah, the delicious irony.
But in your drug-crazed pool was a body floating.
Aha, the delicious irony.
'Has-been', 'has-been', it bounced around your brain.
Oh, the delicious irony.
You said you'd give your all for another chance of fame,
and oh, that delicious irony.
Fame, fame, fame, they'd forgotten your name.
Oh dear, the delicious irony.
So you played and you lost in a dangerous game.
Now we're in a delicious irony.
A deal is a deal, and the deal was real,
Oh yes, the delicious irony.
Like the circles in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel,
Oh no, the delicious irony.
Now you're writhing and screaming and tugging at your chain.
Ah, the delicious irony.
Body badly bruised, face contorted with pain.
Ah, the delicious irony.
Fame, fame, fame, I guess it suited you well.
Oh, oh, the delicious irony.
But your fame was a game, and now you burn in Hell,
Ah ..... the delicious irony!
