Lyrics Olivia Newton-John

Olivia Newton-John

Queen Of The Publication

Something strange is going on

And you're in the middle

I'll do anything to solve the riddle

I've got a city editor

Put me on a deadline

If I don't come through

I'm on the breadline

I'll invade your privacy

Please don't take it personally

I'm oh so sorry

But the reader's got a right to know

You're gonna help the circulation grow

When I get the story right

I'll be queen of the publication

I've got a hidden camera

A shadow on your tail

And I'm tape recording every detail

All the walls have ears tonight

They're listening in case you might

Talk in your sleep

I'm oh so sorry

But the reader's got a right to know

You're gonna help the circulation grow

When I get the story right

I'll be queen of the publication

In every supermarket checkout line

They'll be staring at your face

Make you a legend in your own time

Give you triple column space

When I get the story right

I'll be queen

I'll be queen

I'll be queen

I'm oh so sorry

But the reader's got a right to know

You're gonna help the circulation grow

When I get the story right

I'll be queen of the publication