I watched a few minutes of "I'm a Celebrity, Get me out of Here" last night. I was strongly reminded of this song:
I’m a celebrity, tousled and vivacious
I’m a celebrity, publicity voracious
I’m a celebrity, a mediocre icon
I’m adorable, especially when the mic’s on
Celebrity, with a pre-nuptial arrangement
To be followed by a photo-spread estrangement
Fashionably turned out
Immaculately churned out
Rehab ripe and burned out
On a short lease destiny
Magazine confessional
Vulnerably obsessional
An emotional professional
Renowned for being me, me, me
I’m a celebrity, a surface raconteur
I’m a celebrity, RSVP’s everywhere
I’m a celebrity, attending acting classes
I’m a lap dog, baby, a poodle for the masses
Celebrity, with injected lips that pout
I am a spiritual, with a cook-book coming out
I’m a celebrity, every word is true
I’m a celebrity, misquote me and I’ll sue
I’m a celebrity, with depression, anorexia
And a mystery illness to make me even sexier
Celebrity, with superficial grace
Always wearing this mask, that eats the face
Fashionably turned out
Immaculately churned out
Rehab ripe and burned out
On a short lease destiny
Magazine confessional
Vulnerably obsessional
An emotional professional
Renowned for being me, me, me
Celebrity
If you don't know, the programme has a bunch of Z-list publicity-desperate "Celebs" doing pointless tasks in a jungle somewhere. |
