Oh that celebrity obsession, American infatuation
Our one and only prepossession, another overnight sensation
Oh that no talent soft-porn actress, by her own approximation
Now famous for being famous, is on her seventh intervention
The fame addicted ex-jock killer, is now a Vegas hotel robber
For his beloved memorabilia, he'll find his way back to the slammer
The Wheaties box former Olympian, for ten minutes more of fame
Dressed in drag for the occasion, will televise his sex change
Oh that celebrity obsession, stars so badly need attention
One more prime time confession, another carnival attraction
Oh that celebrity religion, selling faith for tax exemption
They claim a huge implant station, made history that never happened
Down at the red carpet convention, these foolish followers of trends
Showing off the latest fashion, a dress you would not be caught dead in
Fall on each other make a fuss, the ratings rise a head swells
Dear God please entertain us, don't make us look at ourselves
The super-model lost the weight, after she had a kid or two
How can we possibly relate, or ever do the things they do
Our favorite actor's back in rehab, oh my lord what will we do
He'll improve then his next relapse, will probably be on pay per view
An athlete brothel overdose, cocaine hookers and booze
Sometimes you gotta be comatose, to keep your name in the news
Oh that celebrity obsession, is now our favorite distraction
Keep tabs on our latest addiction, our act now follows their direction
Lance Taylor - Celebrity Obsession Lyrics
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Oh that celebrity obsession, American infatuation
Our one and only prepossession, another overnight sensation
Oh that no talent soft-porn actress, by her own approximation
Now famous for being famous, is on her seventh intervention
The fame addicted ex-jock killer, is now a Vegas hotel robber
For his beloved memorabilia, he'll find his way back to the slammer
The Wheaties box former Olympian, for ten minutes more of fame
Dressed in drag for the occasion, will televise his sex change
Oh that celebrity obsession, stars so badly need attention
One more prime time confession, another carnival attraction
Oh that celebrity religion, selling faith for tax exemption
They claim a huge implant station, made history that never happened
Down at the red carpet convention, these foolish followers of trends
Showing off the latest fashion, a dress you would not be caught dead in
Fall on each other make a fuss, the ratings rise a head swells
Dear God please entertain us, don't make us look at ourselves
The super-model lost the weight, after she had a kid or two
How can we possibly relate, or ever do the things they do
Our favorite actor's back in rehab, oh my lord what will we do
He'll improve then his next relapse, will probably be on pay per view
An athlete brothel overdose, cocaine hookers and booze
Sometimes you gotta be comatose, to keep your name in the news
Oh that celebrity obsession, is now our favorite distraction
Keep tabs on our latest addiction, our act now follows their direction
Our one and only prepossession, another overnight sensation
Oh that no talent soft-porn actress, by her own approximation
Now famous for being famous, is on her seventh intervention
The fame addicted ex-jock killer, is now a Vegas hotel robber
For his beloved memorabilia, he'll find his way back to the slammer
The Wheaties box former Olympian, for ten minutes more of fame
Dressed in drag for the occasion, will televise his sex change
Oh that celebrity obsession, stars so badly need attention
One more prime time confession, another carnival attraction
Oh that celebrity religion, selling faith for tax exemption
They claim a huge implant station, made history that never happened
Down at the red carpet convention, these foolish followers of trends
Showing off the latest fashion, a dress you would not be caught dead in
Fall on each other make a fuss, the ratings rise a head swells
Dear God please entertain us, don't make us look at ourselves
The super-model lost the weight, after she had a kid or two
How can we possibly relate, or ever do the things they do
Our favorite actor's back in rehab, oh my lord what will we do
He'll improve then his next relapse, will probably be on pay per view
An athlete brothel overdose, cocaine hookers and booze
Sometimes you gotta be comatose, to keep your name in the news
Oh that celebrity obsession, is now our favorite distraction
Keep tabs on our latest addiction, our act now follows their direction
Writer: Lance Taylor
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