I've been waiting up late
To up-dote on some world affairs
My intelligence sources
Tell me there's a story there
Well our diplomatic corps Has said to keep my cool
But I'm so suspicious
Maybe I'm the fool
I've been hearin' your name
In connection with a girl or two
It's a world exclusive, babe
I guess they spread on you
Well our correspondent said
You're only playin' games
But I know their names
Here is the news
I'm pullin' out of here
Here is the news
I'm gonna leave you, dear
Here is the news
I'll disappear
Here is the news
Every telegraph line's a-buzzin'
Baby, with the talk of you
If it's fact or fiction, don't matter
If the story's news
Well show time is over
And now you must pay
The price of fame
Repeat
I'll sell my story
To some big, bad, no class
Up and down newshound
I'll make the headlines shake
The only little catch is
You'll be mentioned in dispatches
I've issued a communique
And this is what I'm gonna say
Repeat and fade
Writer(s): Charlie Dore, Julian Littman
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