Fame

The fickle finger of celebrity

Is pointing at you

Yes its time for your fifteen minutes of fame

Do you have any god given talent?

If not, don’t worry

We will put you on a talent show

On prime time TV

The public are going to love you

Week after week

In living rooms the length and breadth of the country

The fickle finger of celebrity has chosen you

I’m not sure who convinced you that you could sing

But you get the public vote

Everyone loves an underdog

Or the misfits and outcasts

And you have personality

And the camera loves you

I’m sure we can work on you

Our svengali, our media mogul is already planning ahead

He can already see the money in his bank account – I mean in your bank account

He is on your side

has your best interests at heart

So to all you Katie’s and Joey’s and Kardashians out there

The fickle finger of celebrity is inexplicably pointing at you

You no talent waste of space – Oh yes

That’s the thing…

That is why they call it fickle because once your fifteen minutes are up

The tide will soon turn

That love will turn to hate

Pack your bags, hit the road – its game over..

And the hand of celebrity is on the move again

Looking for its next victim… mean star.

Maybe you – yes you over there

Come on

Step up to the mic

Leave your credibility at the door

Sign on the dotted line

Give your soul to the devil

It wont cost you anyting…..

ONLY YOUR INTEGRITY…