We fell in love with Princess Di in '82.
The press was fast at graphing everything she'd do.
.They tracked her everywhere from here to TimbuktuOh-a
ohThey took the photos, no respect for privacy.
Using the latest in Zoom lens technology,
And then they chased her through the streets of gay
Paris.Oh-a ohThey act like childrenOh-a ohSomeone should
tell them...Media killed the royalty star.
Media crashed the royalty's car.
The Papparazzi go to far.Oh-a-a-a ohI'm in the checkout
line, it's moving rather slow.
I glance around and see the tabloids down below.
Those slimy bastards, they'll never get my dough.
Oh-a ohThey are the worst scum.
Oh-a ohYou shouldn't buy them.
Media killed the royalty star.
Media crashed the royalty's car.
The Princess' death has broke our hearts.
The Papparazzi went too far.
It's time to stop harassing stars,
And drunken chauffeurs shouldn't be driving their cars...Too
far... they know who they are.
..Too far... you know who you are.
..repeatMedia killed the royalty star. (You know who you are...)