TMZ "Weird Al" Yankovic (Ft. Tom Kenny)

[Verse 1: "Weird Al" Yankovic]
You're sort of famous, a minor celebrity
And so it only makes sense the world would be
Obsessed with every single thing you do
They're running 'round with their camcorders in the night
They're lurking patiently and hoping that they just might
See something real embarrassing you do

[Pre-Chorus: "Weird Al" Yankovic]
The bad hair day and sweat-stained t-shirt
That's the story that they're gonna feature
With exclusive pics of your flabby behind
You think you're all alone, but that's right when you'll find

[Chorus: "Weird Al" Yankovic]
A bunch of paparazzi popping out of nowhere
Cameras in your face, and then suddenly
You're on TMZ, you're on TMZ

[Verse 2: "Weird Al" Yankovic]
Following you when you're walking down the street
And asking stupid questions while you're trying to eat
So you cover your face, thinking to yourself
"Hey, isn't this creepy?"
And they're out there praying you'll have a big meltdown
And take 'em on a little car chase through this whole town
They'll be there with you when you're going to jail
First on the scene for every wardrobe fail