Paparazzi

Who's always taking pictures Who's always on the scene Snaps the Stars at their worst Bikini thunder thighs with cottage cheese He catches Stars out jogging When they are a sweaty slimy mess That is when this Paparazzi Is at his photogenic best He finds them out to dinner Makes sure their forks are full So he can catch them stuffing face Halle Berry...you've just been schooled The Stars have no idea how much It is that they need him To keep their names in the press And their butts down at the gym He loves the feeling that he gets Adrenalin rush that keeps him high Never is a job complete Till he can make a Big Star cry There's not a project that he won't take on The one in which he is most proud The pic of the President having lunch with the aliens That photo shop was his brain child So give it up for the Paparazzi Who entertains in the grocery isle every day Giving us all the latest scoop On who is and isn't gay Yes, without the Paparazzi We would never be in the know And now knowing all that Hollywood does We can be thankful for a life that's dull!