Photo Bomb

You may think that I am famous Can't recall my name but You've seen me hang out with the stars Believe me I'm right there with ya I'm in their every picture They don't know me but I know who they are Thought it'd do me a world of good To move out West to Hollywood And try to get my name put up in lights I myself see nothing wrong Being the king of the Photo Bomb Though I'm still matinee and not full price When I see a major star I run up to their fancy car And kindly open up the door They all give me the strangest glance When they can't quite place me yet They feel they've seen me somewhere before I'm at the next table in the restaurant Sitting smiling nonchalant Big toothy grins when the flash bulbs go pop I'm the guy by the swimming pool In the Speedo looking cool Waiting on the Photo Bomb to drop Or the guy on the red carpet Expertly placing my spinning head At the perfect strategical angle So when the picture does appear In all the Major Rags for years I'll be more famous than Charlie Rangel Those of us that'll never make it Can anyone really blame us For trying to slide our way to the top It's all I really know how to do If you really must know the truth My only claim to fame...the Photo Bomb