This song explores the modern pursuit of fame, questioning the ridiculous things we sometimes do to achieve it.

Lyrics:

(What is even famous)
(He’s freaking famous, so his feeling famous yeah)
(Not really famous, what is famous, what is famous now)

If you wanna be famous
You’ve got to post something everyday
Make other people jealous
Of your body and silky hair

And if you don’t have that
Maybe you’ve got a silly voice or a funny face
But all I know is that
Making cool music doesn’t really just do it these days, days

(oh no it doesn’t)
(J’me suis trompée, j’ai dit and)
(it really doesn’t)

If you wanna be famous
You could go on reality TV
But I’d rather play my songs in the street
Than be a part of this industry

And if you don’t get that
You haven’t seen what I’m seeing on the Internet
So sad but I know that
Making cool music doesn’t really just do it these days

Freak show all over the radio
In the morning, in the evening on my stereo
Everybody loves
Good old vintage glow
What is famous isn’t famous
Welcome to the show
(What’s famous, what’s famous)

(He’s freaking famous so)
(He’s feeling famous yeah)
(Not really famous what is famous, what is famous now)
He’s freaking famous so
He’s feeling famous yeah
Not really famous what is famous, what is famous now
He’s freaking famous so
He’s feeling famous yeah
Not really famous what is famous, what is famous now

Try to be famous! Why would I be famous
When what’s really famous isn’t famous, isn’t famous nah

Freak show all over the radio
In the morning, in the evening on my stereo
Everybody loves
Good old vintage glow
What is famous isn’t famous
Welcome to the show
Freak show all over the radio
In the morning, in the evening on my stereo
Everybody loves
Good old vintage glow
What is famous isn’t famous
Welcome to the show

(Famous, what’s famous)
(Famous, what’s famous)