| Lyrics: | Talk-talk, yak-yak, watch you pull that old one track
Get it up and get it back
Making it
upon your back
No space, no rent, the money's gone, it's all been spent
Now tell me 'bout
your claim to fame
Now, ain't that some claim to fame
Extra, extra, read all about it,
now
Extra, extra, something 'bout a claim to fame
Ooooh, sweet mama, ooooh, sweet
mama
Something 'bout your claim to fame
Wet lips, dry now, ready for that old
hand-out
Now, ain't that some claim to fame
Spaced out, spaced in,
The head's round, the
square's flat
Ain't that some claim to fame
Now, tell me, ain't that some claim to
fame
Extra, extra, read all about it
Extra, extra, something 'bout some claim to fame ... |
