Ch'yeah
RedOne, Konvict
Gaga, oh, eh
I've had a little bit too much, much (oh, oh, oh-oh)
All of the people start to rush (start to rush by)
A dizzy twister dance, can't find my drink or man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone (oh, oh, oh-oh)
What's goin' on, on the floor?
I love this record, baby, but I can't see straight anymore (woo)
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't remember, but it's alright, a-alright
Just dance
Gonna be okay, da-da-doo-doot
And just dance
Spin that record, babe, da-da-doo-doot
And just dance
Gonna be okay, da-da-da-dance, dance, dance
Just, j-j-just dance
Wish I could shut my playboy mouth (oh, oh, oh-oh)
How'd I turn my shirt inside out? (Inside out, right)
Control your poison, babe, roses have thorns, they say
And we're all gettin' hosed tonight (oh, oh, oh-oh)
What's goin' on, on the floor?
I love this record, baby, but I can't see straight anymore
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't remember, but it's alright, a-alright (woo)
Just dance
Gonna be okay, da-da-doo-doot
And just dance
Spin that record, babe, da-da-doo-doot
And just dance
Gonna be okay, da-da-da-dance, dance, dance
Just, j-j-just
When I come through on the dance floor, checkin' out that catalog (hey)
Can't believe my eyes, so many women without a flaw (hey)
And I ain't gon' give it up, steady tryna pick it up like a call (hey)
I'ma hit it, I'ma beat it up, latch onto it until tomorrow, yeah
Shorty, I can see that you got so much energy
The way you twirlin' up them hips 'round and 'round
And now there's no reason at all why you can't leave here with me
In the meantime, stay, and let me watch you break it down and
Dance
Gonna be okay, da-da-doo-doot (oh)
And just dance (ooh yeah)
Spin that record, babe, da-da-doo-doot (ooh yeah)
And just dance
Gonna be okay, da-da-doo-doot (ooh yeah)
And just dance
Spin that record, babe, da-da-doo-doot (oh)
And just dance
Gonna be okay, da-da-da-dance, dance, dance (gonna be okay, yeah)
Just, j-j-just dance (oh)
(Incredible)
(Amazing)
(Music)
Woo
Let's go
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, it's symphonic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, electronic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, it's symphonic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, electronic
Go, use your muscle, carve it out, work it, hustle
(I got it, just stay close enough to get it on)
Don't slow, drive it, clean it, Lysol, bleed it
Spend the last dough (I got it) in your pock-o (I got it)
Just dance
Gonna be okay, da-da-doo-doot
And just dance
Spin that record, babe, da-da-doo-doot
And just dance (baby)
Gonna be okay, da-da-doo-doot
And just dance
Spin that record, babe, da-da-doo-doot (oh, baby, yeah)
And just dance
Gonna be okay, da-da-da-dance, dance, dance (spin that record, baby, yeah)
Just, j-j-just dance
Lady Gaga - The Fame Album Lyrics
Lady Gaga - The Fame Lyrics
Writer: Nadir Khayat, Aliaune Thiam, Stefani Germanotta
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
LoveGame
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
I wanna kiss you
But if I do then I might miss you, babe
It's complicated and stupid
Got my ass squeezed by sexy Cupid
Guess he wants to play, wants to play
A love game, a love game
Hold me and love me
Just wanna touch you for a minute
Baby three seconds isn't enough
For my heart to quit it
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Don't think too much just bust that kick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
Doin' the love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
Doin' the love game
I'm on a mission
And it involves some heavy touching, yeah
You've indicated your interest, I'm educated in sex, yes
And now I want it bad, want it bad
A love game, a love game
Hold me and love me
Just want touch you for a minute
Baby three seconds isn't enough
For my heart to quit it
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Don't think too much just bust that kick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
Doin' the love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
Doin' the love game
I can see you staring there from across the block
With a smile on your mouth and your hand on your huh!
The story of us, it always starts the same
With a boy and a girl and a huh and a game
And a game, and a game, and a game, a love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
Doin' the love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
Doin' the love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game? (Let's have some fun, this beat is sick)
Doin' the love game (I wanna take a ride on your disco stick)
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
(Don't think too much just bust that kick)
Doin' the love game (I wanna take a ride on your disco stick)
Doin' the love game
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
I wanna kiss you
But if I do then I might miss you, babe
It's complicated and stupid
Got my ass squeezed by sexy Cupid
Guess he wants to play, wants to play
A love game, a love game
Hold me and love me
Just wanna touch you for a minute
Baby three seconds isn't enough
For my heart to quit it
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Don't think too much just bust that kick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
Doin' the love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
Doin' the love game
I'm on a mission
And it involves some heavy touching, yeah
You've indicated your interest, I'm educated in sex, yes
And now I want it bad, want it bad
A love game, a love game
Hold me and love me
Just want touch you for a minute
Baby three seconds isn't enough
For my heart to quit it
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Don't think too much just bust that kick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
Doin' the love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
Doin' the love game
I can see you staring there from across the block
With a smile on your mouth and your hand on your huh!
The story of us, it always starts the same
With a boy and a girl and a huh and a game
And a game, and a game, and a game, a love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
Doin' the love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
Doin' the love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game? (Let's have some fun, this beat is sick)
Doin' the love game (I wanna take a ride on your disco stick)
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
(Don't think too much just bust that kick)
Doin' the love game (I wanna take a ride on your disco stick)
Doin' the love game
Writer: Nadir Khayat, Stefani Germanotta
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Paparazzi
We are the crowd
We're c-coming out
Got my flash on, it's true
Need that picture of you
It's so magical
We'd be so fantastical
Leather and jeans
Garage glamorous
Not sure what it means
But this photo of us
It don't have a price
Ready for those flashing lights
'Cause you know that baby I
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
Baby, there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be
Your papa-paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby, you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
I'll be your girl backstage at your show
Velvet ropes and guitars
Yeah 'cause you're my rock star in between the sets
Eyeliner and cigarettes
Shadow is burnt
Yellow dance and we turn
My lashes are dry
Purple teardrops I cry, it don't have a price
Loving you is cherry pie
'Cause you know that baby I
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
Baby, there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be
Your papa-paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby, you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
Real good
We dance in the studio
Snap snap to that shit on the radio
Don't stop for anyone
We're plastic but we still have fun!
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
Baby, there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be
Your papa-paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby, you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
We're c-coming out
Got my flash on, it's true
Need that picture of you
It's so magical
We'd be so fantastical
Leather and jeans
Garage glamorous
Not sure what it means
But this photo of us
It don't have a price
Ready for those flashing lights
'Cause you know that baby I
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
Baby, there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be
Your papa-paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby, you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
I'll be your girl backstage at your show
Velvet ropes and guitars
Yeah 'cause you're my rock star in between the sets
Eyeliner and cigarettes
Shadow is burnt
Yellow dance and we turn
My lashes are dry
Purple teardrops I cry, it don't have a price
Loving you is cherry pie
'Cause you know that baby I
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
Baby, there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be
Your papa-paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby, you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
Real good
We dance in the studio
Snap snap to that shit on the radio
Don't stop for anyone
We're plastic but we still have fun!
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
Baby, there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be
Your papa-paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby, you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
Writer: Rob Fusari, Stefani Germanotta
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Beautiful, Dirty, Rich
Beautiful, dirty, dirty, rich, rich, dirty, dirty
Beautiful, dirty, rich
Dirty, dirty, rich, dirty, dirty, rich, beautiful
Beautiful and dirty, dirty, rich, rich, dirty
We got a red light
Pornographic dance fight
Systematic, honey
But we got no money
Our hair is perfect
While were all getting shit wrecked
It's automatic, honey
But we got no money
Daddy, I'm so sorry, I'm so s-s-sorry, yeah
We just like to party, like to p-p-party, yeah
Bang bang
We're beautiful and dirty rich
(Dirty, dirty, rich, dirty, dirty, rich, beautiful)
Bang bang
We're beautiful and dirty rich
(Beautiful and dirty, dirty, rich, rich, bang bang)
We live a cute life
Sound-fanatic
Pants tighter than plastic, honey
But we got no money
We do the dance right
We have got it made like
Ice cream topped with honey
But we got no money
Daddy, I'm so sorry, I'm so s-s-sorry, yeah
We just like to party, like to p-p-party, yeah
Bang bang
We're beautiful and dirty rich
(Dirty, dirty, rich, dirty, dirty, rich, beautiful)
Bang bang
We're beautiful and dirty rich
(Beautiful and dirty, dirty, rich, rich, bang bang)
A-bang bang bang, bang bang bang
Beautiful, dirty rich
A-bang bang bang, bang bang bang
Beautiful, dirty rich
Bang bang
We're beautiful and dirty rich
(Dirty, dirty, rich, dirty, dirty, rich, beautiful)
Bang bang
We're beautiful and dirty rich
(Beautiful and dirty, dirty, rich, rich, bang bang)
Bang bang
(Dirty, dirty, rich, dirty, dirty, rich, beautiful)
Bang bang
(Beautiful and dirty, dirty, rich, rich, bang bang)
Beautiful, dirty, rich
Dirty, dirty, rich, dirty, dirty, rich, beautiful
Beautiful and dirty, dirty, rich, rich, dirty
We got a red light
Pornographic dance fight
Systematic, honey
But we got no money
Our hair is perfect
While were all getting shit wrecked
It's automatic, honey
But we got no money
Daddy, I'm so sorry, I'm so s-s-sorry, yeah
We just like to party, like to p-p-party, yeah
Bang bang
We're beautiful and dirty rich
(Dirty, dirty, rich, dirty, dirty, rich, beautiful)
Bang bang
We're beautiful and dirty rich
(Beautiful and dirty, dirty, rich, rich, bang bang)
We live a cute life
Sound-fanatic
Pants tighter than plastic, honey
But we got no money
We do the dance right
We have got it made like
Ice cream topped with honey
But we got no money
Daddy, I'm so sorry, I'm so s-s-sorry, yeah
We just like to party, like to p-p-party, yeah
Bang bang
We're beautiful and dirty rich
(Dirty, dirty, rich, dirty, dirty, rich, beautiful)
Bang bang
We're beautiful and dirty rich
(Beautiful and dirty, dirty, rich, rich, bang bang)
A-bang bang bang, bang bang bang
Beautiful, dirty rich
A-bang bang bang, bang bang bang
Beautiful, dirty rich
Bang bang
We're beautiful and dirty rich
(Dirty, dirty, rich, dirty, dirty, rich, beautiful)
Bang bang
We're beautiful and dirty rich
(Beautiful and dirty, dirty, rich, rich, bang bang)
Bang bang
(Dirty, dirty, rich, dirty, dirty, rich, beautiful)
Bang bang
(Beautiful and dirty, dirty, rich, rich, bang bang)
Writer: Rob Fusari, Stefani Germanotta
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Eh, Eh (Nothing Else I Can Say)
Cherry Cherry, Boom Boom
Gaga
Boy, we've had a real good time
And I wish you the best on your way, eh
I didn't mean to hurt you
I never thought we'd fall out of place, eh, hey
I have something that I love long, long
But my friends keep a-tellin' me that something's wrong
Then I met someone
And eh
There's nothing else I can say
Eh, eh
There's nothing else I can say
Eh, eh
I wish he never looked at me that way
Eh, eh
There's nothing else I can say
Eh, hey
Not that I don't care about you
Just that things got so compliquées, eh
I met somebody cute and funny
Got each other and that's funny, eh, eh, hey
I have something that I love long, long
But my friends keepa' tellin' me that something's wrong
Then I met someone
And eh
There's nothing else I can say
Eh, eh
There's nothing else I can say
Eh, eh
I wish he never looked at me that way
Eh, eh
There's nothing else I can say
Eh, hey
(Eh, eh, eh, eh)
(Eh, eh, hey, yeah)
I have something that I love long, long
But my friends keep a-tellin' me that something's wrong
Then I met someone
And eh
There's nothing else I can say
Eh, eh
Eh, eh, eh
There's nothing else I can say
Eh, eh
Wish he never looked at me that way
Eh, hey (ooh, yeah)
There's nothing else I can say (eh-eh)
Eh (eh-eh), eh (eh-eh)
Wish he never looked at me that way (eh-eh)
Eh (eh-eh), eh (eh-eh)
There's nothing else I can say (eh-eh)
Eh (eh-eh), eh (hey)
Cherry Cherry, Boom Boom
Eh, hey
Oh yeah
All I can say is, "Eh-eh"
Gaga
Boy, we've had a real good time
And I wish you the best on your way, eh
I didn't mean to hurt you
I never thought we'd fall out of place, eh, hey
I have something that I love long, long
But my friends keep a-tellin' me that something's wrong
Then I met someone
And eh
There's nothing else I can say
Eh, eh
There's nothing else I can say
Eh, eh
I wish he never looked at me that way
Eh, eh
There's nothing else I can say
Eh, hey
Not that I don't care about you
Just that things got so compliquées, eh
I met somebody cute and funny
Got each other and that's funny, eh, eh, hey
I have something that I love long, long
But my friends keepa' tellin' me that something's wrong
Then I met someone
And eh
There's nothing else I can say
Eh, eh
There's nothing else I can say
Eh, eh
I wish he never looked at me that way
Eh, eh
There's nothing else I can say
Eh, hey
(Eh, eh, eh, eh)
(Eh, eh, hey, yeah)
I have something that I love long, long
But my friends keep a-tellin' me that something's wrong
Then I met someone
And eh
There's nothing else I can say
Eh, eh
Eh, eh, eh
There's nothing else I can say
Eh, eh
Wish he never looked at me that way
Eh, hey (ooh, yeah)
There's nothing else I can say (eh-eh)
Eh (eh-eh), eh (eh-eh)
Wish he never looked at me that way (eh-eh)
Eh (eh-eh), eh (eh-eh)
There's nothing else I can say (eh-eh)
Eh (eh-eh), eh (hey)
Cherry Cherry, Boom Boom
Eh, hey
Oh yeah
All I can say is, "Eh-eh"
Writer: Martin Kierszenbaum, Stefani J. Germanotta
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Poker Face
Mum mum mum mah
Mum mum mum mah
I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas please
Fold em' let em' hit me raise it baby stay with me (I love it)
LoveGame intuition play the cards with Spades to start
And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh,
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Can't read my,
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be
A little gambling is fun when you're with me I love it)
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love if its not rough it isn't fun, fun
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh,
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Can't read my,
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
I won't tell you that I love you
Kiss or hug you
Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin
I'm not lying I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue-gunning
Just like a chick in the casino
Take your bank before I pay you out
I promise this, promise this
Check this hand cause I'm marvelous
Can't read my,
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
Can't read my,
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
Can't read my,
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
Mum mum mum mah
I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas please
Fold em' let em' hit me raise it baby stay with me (I love it)
LoveGame intuition play the cards with Spades to start
And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh,
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Can't read my,
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be
A little gambling is fun when you're with me I love it)
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love if its not rough it isn't fun, fun
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh,
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Can't read my,
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
I won't tell you that I love you
Kiss or hug you
Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin
I'm not lying I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue-gunning
Just like a chick in the casino
Take your bank before I pay you out
I promise this, promise this
Check this hand cause I'm marvelous
Can't read my,
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
Can't read my,
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
Can't read my,
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
Writer: NADIR KHAYAT, STEFANI GERMANOTTA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Fame
I can't help myself
I'm addicted to a life of material
It's some kind of joke
I'm obsessively opposed to the typical
All we care about is
Runway models, Cadillacs and liquor bottles
Give me something, I wanna be
Retro glamour, Hollywood, yes, we live for the
Fame (fame)
Doin' it for the fame (fame)
'Cause we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
Fame (fame)
Doin' it for the fame (fame)
'Cause we got a taste for champagne and endless fortune
Fame, fame, baby, the fame, fame
We live for the fame, fame, baby, the fame, fame
Isn't it a shame, shame, baby? A shame, shame
In it for the fame, fame, baby, the fame, fame
I can see myself
In the movies with my picture in city lights
Photograph my mind
And whatever else you'd like to shoot, you decide
All we care about is
Pornographic girls on film and body plastic
Give me something I wanna see
Television, and hot blondes in odd positions
Fame (fame)
Doin' it for the fame (fame)
'Cause we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
Fame (fame)
Doin' it for the fame (fame)
'Cause we got a taste for champagne and endless fortune
Fame, fame, baby, the fame, fame
We live for the fame, fame, baby, the fame, fame
Isn't it a shame, shame, baby? A shame, shame
In it for the fame, fame, baby, the fame, fame
Don't ask me how or why (or why)
But I'm gonna make it happen this time
My teenage dream tonight (tonight)
Yeah, I'm gonna make it happen this time (this time)
Fame
(Fame, doin' it for the fame)
('Cause we wanna live the life of the) rich and famous
Fame (fame)
Doin' it for the fame (fame)
'Cause we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
Fame (fame)
Doin' it for the fame (fame)
'Cause we got a taste for champagne and endless fortune
Fame (fame)
Doin' it for the fame (fame)
'Cause we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
Fame (fame)
Doin' it for the fame (fame)
'Cause we got a taste for champagne and endless fortune (fame)
I'm addicted to a life of material
It's some kind of joke
I'm obsessively opposed to the typical
All we care about is
Runway models, Cadillacs and liquor bottles
Give me something, I wanna be
Retro glamour, Hollywood, yes, we live for the
Fame (fame)
Doin' it for the fame (fame)
'Cause we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
Fame (fame)
Doin' it for the fame (fame)
'Cause we got a taste for champagne and endless fortune
Fame, fame, baby, the fame, fame
We live for the fame, fame, baby, the fame, fame
Isn't it a shame, shame, baby? A shame, shame
In it for the fame, fame, baby, the fame, fame
I can see myself
In the movies with my picture in city lights
Photograph my mind
And whatever else you'd like to shoot, you decide
All we care about is
Pornographic girls on film and body plastic
Give me something I wanna see
Television, and hot blondes in odd positions
Fame (fame)
Doin' it for the fame (fame)
'Cause we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
Fame (fame)
Doin' it for the fame (fame)
'Cause we got a taste for champagne and endless fortune
Fame, fame, baby, the fame, fame
We live for the fame, fame, baby, the fame, fame
Isn't it a shame, shame, baby? A shame, shame
In it for the fame, fame, baby, the fame, fame
Don't ask me how or why (or why)
But I'm gonna make it happen this time
My teenage dream tonight (tonight)
Yeah, I'm gonna make it happen this time (this time)
Fame
(Fame, doin' it for the fame)
('Cause we wanna live the life of the) rich and famous
Fame (fame)
Doin' it for the fame (fame)
'Cause we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
Fame (fame)
Doin' it for the fame (fame)
'Cause we got a taste for champagne and endless fortune
Fame (fame)
Doin' it for the fame (fame)
'Cause we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
Fame (fame)
Doin' it for the fame (fame)
'Cause we got a taste for champagne and endless fortune (fame)
Writer: Martin Kierszenbaum, Stefani J. Germanotta
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Money Honey
That's M-O-N-E-why so sexy?
Damn, I love the Jag, the jet, and the mansion, oh yeah
And I enjoy the gifts and the trips to the islands, oh yeah
It's good to live expensive, you know it
But my knees get weak, intensive
When you give me k-kisses (that's money, honey)
When I'm your lover and your mistress (that's money, honey)
When you touch me, it's so delicious (that's money, honey)
Baby, when you tear me to pieces (that's money, honey)
That's M-O-N-E-why so sexy? I
Damn, I'd love a boat by the beach on the West Coast, oh yeah
And I'd enjoy some fine champagne while my girls toast, oh yeah
It's good to live expensive, you know it
But my knees get weak, intensive
When you give me k-kisses (that's money, honey)
When I'm your lover and your mistress (that's money, honey)
When you touch me, it's so delicious (that's money, honey)
Baby, when you tear me to pieces (that's money, honey)
You know I 'preciate the finer things
But it's not what makes me happiest, baby (I can do without it, babe)
Your tender loving's more than I can handle
Never burn out this candle baby, baby
K-k-k-k-kisses (that's money, honey)
When I'm your lover and your mistress (that's money, honey)
When you touch me, it's so delicious (that's money, honey)
Baby, when you tear me to pieces (that's money, honey)
When you give me k-kisses (that's money, honey)
When I'm your lover and your mistress (that's money, honey)
When you touch me, it's so delicious (that's money, honey)
Baby, when you tear me to pieces (that's money, honey)
When you give me k-kisses (that's money, honey)
When I'm your lover and your mistress (that's money, honey)
When you touch me, it's so delicious (that's money, honey)
Baby, when you tear me to pieces (that's money, honey)
That's M-O-N-E-why so sexy? I
Damn, I love the Jag, the jet, and the mansion, oh yeah
And I enjoy the gifts and the trips to the islands, oh yeah
It's good to live expensive, you know it
But my knees get weak, intensive
When you give me k-kisses (that's money, honey)
When I'm your lover and your mistress (that's money, honey)
When you touch me, it's so delicious (that's money, honey)
Baby, when you tear me to pieces (that's money, honey)
That's M-O-N-E-why so sexy? I
Damn, I'd love a boat by the beach on the West Coast, oh yeah
And I'd enjoy some fine champagne while my girls toast, oh yeah
It's good to live expensive, you know it
But my knees get weak, intensive
When you give me k-kisses (that's money, honey)
When I'm your lover and your mistress (that's money, honey)
When you touch me, it's so delicious (that's money, honey)
Baby, when you tear me to pieces (that's money, honey)
You know I 'preciate the finer things
But it's not what makes me happiest, baby (I can do without it, babe)
Your tender loving's more than I can handle
Never burn out this candle baby, baby
K-k-k-k-kisses (that's money, honey)
When I'm your lover and your mistress (that's money, honey)
When you touch me, it's so delicious (that's money, honey)
Baby, when you tear me to pieces (that's money, honey)
When you give me k-kisses (that's money, honey)
When I'm your lover and your mistress (that's money, honey)
When you touch me, it's so delicious (that's money, honey)
Baby, when you tear me to pieces (that's money, honey)
When you give me k-kisses (that's money, honey)
When I'm your lover and your mistress (that's money, honey)
When you touch me, it's so delicious (that's money, honey)
Baby, when you tear me to pieces (that's money, honey)
That's M-O-N-E-why so sexy? I
Writer: Nadir Khayat, Bilal Hajji, Stefani Germanotta
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Again Again
You've gotta a lotta lotta nerve
Coming here when I'm still with him
And I can't have you, it isn't fair
Born march of '86, my birthday's coming
And if I had one wish
Yeah, you'd be it
When you're 'round
I lose myself inside your mouth
You've got brown eyes
Like no one else
Baby make it to me
Again and again
Again, again, again, again
Never stop again and again
Again, again, a-a-again, again
Never stop, oh
He never really saw me
Or waited when we were hooking up
Yeah he'd a never last
Last week when I was sad
You said that you knew
My eyes change from kinda green
To... heya
When you're 'round
I lose myself inside your mouth
You've got brown eyes
Like no one else
Baby make it to me
Again and again
Again, again, again, again
Never stop again and again
Again, again, a-a-again, again
Never stop
They tell me if I leave him
Baby would you be there
'cause maybe you could
Be m-m-mine all the t-t-time
Coming here when I'm still with him
And I can't have you, it isn't fair
Born march of '86, my birthday's coming
And if I had one wish
Yeah, you'd be it
When you're 'round
I lose myself inside your mouth
You've got brown eyes
Like no one else
Baby make it to me
Again and again
Again, again, again, again
Never stop again and again
Again, again, a-a-again, again
Never stop, oh
He never really saw me
Or waited when we were hooking up
Yeah he'd a never last
Last week when I was sad
You said that you knew
My eyes change from kinda green
To... heya
When you're 'round
I lose myself inside your mouth
You've got brown eyes
Like no one else
Baby make it to me
Again and again
Again, again, again, again
Never stop again and again
Again, again, a-a-again, again
Never stop
They tell me if I leave him
Baby would you be there
'cause maybe you could
Be m-m-mine all the t-t-time
Writer: Aaron Ratiere, Hillary Lee Lindsey, Natalie Hemby, Stefani Germanotta
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Boys Boys Boys
Hey there sugar baby saw you twice at the pop show
You taste just like glitter mixed with rock & roll
I like you a lot lot, think you're really hot hot
Know you think your special when we dance real crazy
Glamophonic
Electronic
Disco baby
I like you a lot lot
All we want is hot hot
Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys
With hairspray and denim
Boys boys boys
We love them
Oh, oh oh, ooh oh oh.
Oh, oh oh, ooh oh oh.
Baby is a bad boy with some retro sneakers
Let's go see the killers
And make out in the bleachers
I like you a lot lot, think you're really hot hot
Let's go to the party heard our buddy's the DJ
Don't forget my lipstick I left it in your ashtray
I like you a lot lot, all we want is hot hot
Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys
With hairspray and denim
Boys boys boys
We love them
Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys
With hairspray and denim
Boys boys boys
We love them
I'm not loose, I like to party
Let's get lost in your Ferrari
Not psychotic or dramatic
I like boys and that is that
Love it when you call me legs
In the morning buys me eggs
Watch your heart when were together
Boys like you love me forever
Oh, oh oh, ooh oh oh.
Oh, oh oh, ooh oh oh.
Oh, oh oh, ooh oh oh.
Oh, oh oh, ooh oh oh.
Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys
With hairspray and denim
Boys boys boys
We love them
Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys
With hairspray and denim
Boys boys boys
We love them
Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys
With hairspray and denim
Boys boys boys
We love them
You taste just like glitter mixed with rock & roll
I like you a lot lot, think you're really hot hot
Know you think your special when we dance real crazy
Glamophonic
Electronic
Disco baby
I like you a lot lot
All we want is hot hot
Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys
With hairspray and denim
Boys boys boys
We love them
Oh, oh oh, ooh oh oh.
Oh, oh oh, ooh oh oh.
Baby is a bad boy with some retro sneakers
Let's go see the killers
And make out in the bleachers
I like you a lot lot, think you're really hot hot
Let's go to the party heard our buddy's the DJ
Don't forget my lipstick I left it in your ashtray
I like you a lot lot, all we want is hot hot
Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys
With hairspray and denim
Boys boys boys
We love them
Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys
With hairspray and denim
Boys boys boys
We love them
I'm not loose, I like to party
Let's get lost in your Ferrari
Not psychotic or dramatic
I like boys and that is that
Love it when you call me legs
In the morning buys me eggs
Watch your heart when were together
Boys like you love me forever
Oh, oh oh, ooh oh oh.
Oh, oh oh, ooh oh oh.
Oh, oh oh, ooh oh oh.
Oh, oh oh, ooh oh oh.
Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys
With hairspray and denim
Boys boys boys
We love them
Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys
With hairspray and denim
Boys boys boys
We love them
Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys
With hairspray and denim
Boys boys boys
We love them
Writer: NADIR KHAYAT, STEFANI GERMANOTTA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Brown Eyes
In your brown eyes I walked away
In your brown eyes I couldn't stay
In your brown eyes you'll watch her go
Then turn the record on and wonder what went wrong
What went wrong
If everything was everything but everything is over
Everything could be everything if only we were older
I guess it's just a silly song about you
And how I lost you and your brown eyes
In your brown eyes I was feeling low
'Cause they're brown eyes and you never know
Got some brown eyes but I saw her face
I knew that it was wrong
So baby, turn the record on, play that song
Where everything was everything but everything is over
Everything could be everything if only we were older
I guess it's just a silly song about you
And how I lost you and your brown eyes, brown eyes
Everything was everything but baby, it's the last show
Everything could be everything but it's time to say goodbye, so
Get your last fix and your last hit
Grab your old girl with her new tricks
Honey yeah, it's no surprise that I got lost in your brown eyes
In your brown eyes, brown, brown eyes
Your brown eyes, brown, brown eyes
Got some brown eyes, brown, brown eyes
Your brown eyes
In your brown eyes I couldn't stay
In your brown eyes you'll watch her go
Then turn the record on and wonder what went wrong
What went wrong
If everything was everything but everything is over
Everything could be everything if only we were older
I guess it's just a silly song about you
And how I lost you and your brown eyes
In your brown eyes I was feeling low
'Cause they're brown eyes and you never know
Got some brown eyes but I saw her face
I knew that it was wrong
So baby, turn the record on, play that song
Where everything was everything but everything is over
Everything could be everything if only we were older
I guess it's just a silly song about you
And how I lost you and your brown eyes, brown eyes
Everything was everything but baby, it's the last show
Everything could be everything but it's time to say goodbye, so
Get your last fix and your last hit
Grab your old girl with her new tricks
Honey yeah, it's no surprise that I got lost in your brown eyes
In your brown eyes, brown, brown eyes
Your brown eyes, brown, brown eyes
Got some brown eyes, brown, brown eyes
Your brown eyes
Writer: ROB FUSARI, STEFANI GERMANOTTA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Summerboy
1, 2, 3
Nowhere
Yeah we're going nowhere fast
Maybe this time, I'll be yours you'll be mine
C-c-c-crazy, get your ass in my bed
Baby you'll be, just my summer boyfriend
Summer boy
Let's get lost you can take me home
Somewhere nice we can be alone
Bikini tops, coming o-o-off
Don't be sad when the sun goes down
You'll wake up and I'm not around
I've got to go oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We'll still have the summer after all
Sometimes, you might start a fight
But I'm happy pretending we're alright (alright)
Sun glasses, cover up my green eyes
My martini glistens, yeah
While checking out other guys
Summer boy
Let's get lost you can take me home
Somewhere nice we can be alone
Bikini tops, coming o-o-off
Don't be sad when the sun goes down
You'll wake up and I'm not around
I've got to go oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We'll still have the summer after all
Hey there summer boy
Let's go for a drive
Take me for a ride
Never gonna close our eyes
Hey there summer boy
I'm a busy girl
Don't got too much time
Hurry up before I change my mind
Hey there summer boy
I'm taking off my heels
Let's go for a run
Have a little summer fun
Have a little summer fun
Summer boy
Let's get lost you can take me home
Somewhere nice we can be alone
Bikini tops, popping o-o-off
Don't be sad when the sun goes down
You'll wake up and I'm not around
You've got to go oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We'll still have the summer after
Let's get lost you can take me home
Somewhere nice we can be alone
You'll be my summer-summer boy
Don't be sad when the sun goes down
You'll wake up and I'm not around
You'll be my summer-summer boy
And we'll still have the summer after all
I've got my-
Yes I've got my-
I've got my summer-summer boy
Nowhere
Yeah we're going nowhere fast
Maybe this time, I'll be yours you'll be mine
C-c-c-crazy, get your ass in my bed
Baby you'll be, just my summer boyfriend
Summer boy
Let's get lost you can take me home
Somewhere nice we can be alone
Bikini tops, coming o-o-off
Don't be sad when the sun goes down
You'll wake up and I'm not around
I've got to go oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We'll still have the summer after all
Sometimes, you might start a fight
But I'm happy pretending we're alright (alright)
Sun glasses, cover up my green eyes
My martini glistens, yeah
While checking out other guys
Summer boy
Let's get lost you can take me home
Somewhere nice we can be alone
Bikini tops, coming o-o-off
Don't be sad when the sun goes down
You'll wake up and I'm not around
I've got to go oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We'll still have the summer after all
Hey there summer boy
Let's go for a drive
Take me for a ride
Never gonna close our eyes
Hey there summer boy
I'm a busy girl
Don't got too much time
Hurry up before I change my mind
Hey there summer boy
I'm taking off my heels
Let's go for a run
Have a little summer fun
Have a little summer fun
Summer boy
Let's get lost you can take me home
Somewhere nice we can be alone
Bikini tops, popping o-o-off
Don't be sad when the sun goes down
You'll wake up and I'm not around
You've got to go oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We'll still have the summer after
Let's get lost you can take me home
Somewhere nice we can be alone
You'll be my summer-summer boy
Don't be sad when the sun goes down
You'll wake up and I'm not around
You'll be my summer-summer boy
And we'll still have the summer after all
I've got my-
Yes I've got my-
I've got my summer-summer boy
Writer: STEFANI GERMANOTTA, JOSH SCHWARTZ, BRIAN KIERULF
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
The Fame is the debut studio album by American singer Lady Gaga. It was released on August 19, 2008, by Interscope Records. After joining KonLive Distribution and Cherrytree Records in 2008, Gaga began working on the album with different producers, primarily RedOne, Martin Kierszenbaum, and Rob Fusari.
Musically, The Fame is an electropop, synth-pop, and dance-pop record that displays influences from 1980s music. Lyrically, it visualizes Gaga's love of fame in general, while also dealing with subjects such as love, sex, money, drugs, and sexual identity. The album was primarily promoted through The Fame Ball Tour and multiple television appearances, and was reissued as a deluxe edition with The Fame Monster on November 18, 2009.
The album received generally favorable reviews from critics, who commended its lyrical content, Gaga's musicianship and vocal ability. It was a commercial success, topping the charts in several countries including the United Kingdom, Canada, Germany, Ireland, Poland, and Switzerland.
It peaked at number two on the US Billboard 200, and also topped the Dance/Electronic Albums chart for 180 non-consecutive weeks, the most time on top in history. It has since been certified six-times Platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA). The Fame became the fifth best-selling album of 2009, and has sold over 4.9 million copies in the United States as of January 2019. Combined with The Fame Monster, the album had sold over 18 million copies worldwide as of August 2019.
The first two singles off the album, "Just Dance" and "Poker Face" gained international success, topping the charts in several countries worldwide including the United States, the United Kingdom, and Australia. The subsequent singles "LoveGame" and "Paparazzi" were commercial successes as well, charting within the top-ten of over ten countries worldwide. "Eh, Eh (Nothing Else I Can Say)" had a limited single release, while "Beautiful, Dirty, Rich" served as a promotional single.
The Fame has won multiple awards since its release. The album was nominated for a total of five Grammy Awards at the 52nd Annual Grammy Awards, including Album of the Year. It won Best Electronic/Dance Album and Best Dance Recording for its single "Poker Face", and also won Best International Album at the 2010 Brit Awards.
In 2013 and 2022, Rolling Stone named The Fame as one of the "100 Greatest Debut Albums of All-Time". As of 2023, it is the 12th biggest album of all time on the US Billboard 200.
Performed By:
Lady GagaMusically, The Fame is an electropop, synth-pop, and dance-pop record that displays influences from 1980s music. Lyrically, it visualizes Gaga's love of fame in general, while also dealing with subjects such as love, sex, money, drugs, and sexual identity. The album was primarily promoted through The Fame Ball Tour and multiple television appearances, and was reissued as a deluxe edition with The Fame Monster on November 18, 2009.
The album received generally favorable reviews from critics, who commended its lyrical content, Gaga's musicianship and vocal ability. It was a commercial success, topping the charts in several countries including the United Kingdom, Canada, Germany, Ireland, Poland, and Switzerland.
It peaked at number two on the US Billboard 200, and also topped the Dance/Electronic Albums chart for 180 non-consecutive weeks, the most time on top in history. It has since been certified six-times Platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA). The Fame became the fifth best-selling album of 2009, and has sold over 4.9 million copies in the United States as of January 2019. Combined with The Fame Monster, the album had sold over 18 million copies worldwide as of August 2019.
The first two singles off the album, "Just Dance" and "Poker Face" gained international success, topping the charts in several countries worldwide including the United States, the United Kingdom, and Australia. The subsequent singles "LoveGame" and "Paparazzi" were commercial successes as well, charting within the top-ten of over ten countries worldwide. "Eh, Eh (Nothing Else I Can Say)" had a limited single release, while "Beautiful, Dirty, Rich" served as a promotional single.
The Fame has won multiple awards since its release. The album was nominated for a total of five Grammy Awards at the 52nd Annual Grammy Awards, including Album of the Year. It won Best Electronic/Dance Album and Best Dance Recording for its single "Poker Face", and also won Best International Album at the 2010 Brit Awards.
In 2013 and 2022, Rolling Stone named The Fame as one of the "100 Greatest Debut Albums of All-Time". As of 2023, it is the 12th biggest album of all time on the US Billboard 200.
Genre(s): Electropop, synth-pop, dance-pop
Producer(s): Brian & Josh, Rob Fusari, Martin Kierszenbaum, RedOne, Space Cowboy
Length: 50:20
Released: August 19th, 2008
Year: 2008