DI DIED
 

DI DIED,
WE CRIED:
"BLAME IT ON THOSE
EVIL PAPARAZZI!"

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YOU MADE ABOUT A BILLION,
BY BALLING YOUR PRINCE.
AND NOW THE PAPARAZZI,
WANT TO PUBLISH YOUR PRINTS. 

YOU ATE YOUR FILL OF ARAB,
BUT NOW YOU FEED THE SCARAB.
SORRY THAT YOU'RE DEAD,
YOU'LL NEVER ROCK MY BED.

YOU LOST YOUR FACE,
YOUR FRILLY LACE,
YOUR ROYAL TASTE,
IN HIGH SPEED CHASE.

YOUR DRIVER'S ACE,
BUT LOST THE RACE,
AND KILLED YOUR GRACE,
IN DRUNK DISGRACE.

A LESSON LEARNED,
FROM O.J.'S WAYS:
HIS DRIVER'S SLOW,
HE LIVES HIS DAYS. 

HIS SECRET'S OUT,
IN EVERY SHOUT!
DESPITE HIS JIVE,
HE'S STILL ALIVE. 

IF YOU WENT SLOW,
YOU'D STILL BE GO.
THOSE IN THE KNOW,
SAY "DRIVER!: SLOW!"

NO NEED TO RUN,
THEY HAD NO GUN.
THEY SHOT FOR FUN,
AND GELT FROM SUN.

THE FASTEST PACE,
OF HIGH SPEED CHASE,
IS SURELY SET,
BY SHE WHO FLEE.

IF YOU DON'T SPEED,
NO NEED TO BLEED:
NO GORY STORY,
SHARKS TO FEED.

TO KEEP THEM OUT,
OF YOUR AFFAIRS,
DON'T BE LIKE BENNY,
DON'T HAVE SO MANY!

LIKE THE GAYS,
OF YESTERDAYS,
THE SECRET QUEEN,
IN CLOSETS STAYS.

NO PRIVATE LIVES,
FOR ROYAL WIVES;
FOR PRIVATE WINCES,
SAY "NO" TO PRINCES.

PHOTOS JUST SHOW
ALL YOU DO-D0.
THE TRUTH ABOUT YOU,
MAKES YOU TWO STEW.

I REALLY JUST CAN NOT SEE,
WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT THEE;
NOW THE PRESS LIKE A NAZI
EATS ITS OWN PAPARAZZI!

DI DIED 31 AUG 1997
REV: 12/22/97