I see the people on the TV screen They'll take any money they get they hands on I bet that they'd be happy if they died on camera I see the people out in Hollywood Chase fame here, from Alabama I bet that they'd be happy if they died on camera It's a hell of a drug to be so in love with yourself, woo-ooh A lot ain't enough When you got it all, you wonder what else, woo-ooh, ooh They look up in the sky and wanna be a star They all want their names on the same boulevard They all wanna be Diana, and die on camera I see the people in the magazines They're pretty, but I just can't stand 'em I bet that they'd be happy if they died on camera Don't wanna die in their sleep, or get old, sick and weak They wanna lie in the street, so that everyone can see, ooh, woo-ooh I bet that they'd be happy if they died on camera It's a hell of a drug to be so in love with yourself, woo-ooh A lot ain't enough When you got it all, you wonder what else, woo-ooh, ooh They look up in the sky and wanna be a star They all want their names on the same boulevard They all wanna be Diana, and die on camera They may not know why, but they're sure that they want it The older the wine, the redder the carper The faster it drives, the top floor apartment They don't know why, but it's calling It's a hell of a drug to be so in love with yourself, woo-ooh A lot ain't enough When you got it all, you wonder what else, woo-ooh, ooh They look up in the sky and wanna be a star They all want their names on the same boulevard They all wanna be Diana, and die on camera