You're sort of famous
A minor celebrity
And so it only makes sense
The world would be
Obsessed with every
Single thing you do
They're running 'round
With their camcorders in the night
They lurk impatiently
In hope that they just might
See something real embarrassing
You do
The bad hair day and sweat-stained t-shirt
That's the story that
They're gonna feature
With exclusive pics
Of your flabby behind
You think you're all alone
But that's right when you'll find
A bunch of paparazzi
Popping out of nowhere
Cameras in your face
And then suddenly
You're on TMZ
You're on TMZ
Following you
When you're walking down the street
And asking stupid questions
While you're trying to eat
So you cover your face
Thinking to yourself
"Hey, isn't this creepy?"
And they're out there praying
You'll have a big meltdown
And take 'em on a little car chase
Through this whole town
They'll be there with you
When you're going to jail
First on the scene
For every wardrobe fail
You just picked up some transvestite
Seconds later
It's up on the website
Get a vegas wedding
A quickie divorce
And they'll be
Sneaking in
Snapping pictures, of course
And if they ever catch you
Picking your nose
Or stumbling down the street
On a drunken spree
You're on TMZ
Stalking you, just waiting by your front door
Trailing you through
Airport security
They're with TMZ
They're with TMZ
Oh, let me tell you
It's getting to the point
Where a famous person can't
Even get a D.U.I
Or go on a racist rant
Those guys are all around
So you really shouldn't dare
Go to every club in town
If you've lost your underwear
Seems that every single time
A star decides to shave her head
Or ram their car into a tree
They're on TMZ
If they catch you peeing in the bushes
Later on, that night
Well, I guarantee
You're on TMZ
You're on TMZ