Saw Your Name in the Paper

I saw your name in the paper

It was quite a blow

Your mother must be happy

They said you stole the show

You always did have talent

You always did work hard

I always new you would prefer

A place on the front yard

Maybe you'll get famous

Maybe you'll get rich

That's alright, don't be afraid

Lots of us got that itch

Lots of us really need it

Yeah, we really need it bad

Lots of us are desperate

And lots of us are sad

Take the money, take the love

Take all the people give

The people all are dying

And somehow you help them live

The people will destroy you

That love will turn to hate

But right now you must scratch it

Your itch that's grown so great

Make yourself a hero

It's heroes people crave

Make yourself a master

But know you are a slave

I saw your name in the paper

I saw your name in the paper

I saw your name in the paper

I saw your name in the paper

I saw your name in the paper

I saw your name in the paper

Ahh