The Story Of Jamie Fame Flame - Kashmir

Well I was sitting in my limousine drinking champagne, when this little girl knocked on my door. 
She was crying for my money and I told her: "Little honey I don't have enough I need more." 
She was poor I am rich, so what I really didn't need was that bitch. 
But anyway I asked her to sit on my seat so I could mingle off her clothes, and feel her heart beat. 

Everybody knows my name. 
Everybody wants my fame. 
There's nobody I can blame. 
Jamie Fame Flame, that's my name. 

Next day in the paper, I read about a raper, a picture that was supposed to be me. 
So when I was walking down the stairs and I didn't seem to care, I met this crowd and they were shouting at me. 
They were jumping on my records, burning all my pictures, closing down the fanclub, turning over my car. 
Then I realized that they were all hypnotized, and that I was no longer a star. 

Everybody hates my name. 
Maybe I should do the same. 
There's just one man I can blame. 
Jamie Fame Flame, that's my name. 

Then I woke up in the morning in the middle of a dessert, I found myself alone without clothes. 
I was freezing, I was yawning, then I met this little wizard, and he taught me how to sing with my nose. 
We sang a lot of songs of what is right and what is wrong, I felt like if I was in a haze. 
And he took me to a cave where we all were warm and safe. 
That was the place where I ended my days. 

Everybody knew my name. 
Everybody wanted my fame. 
There's just one man I could blame. 
Jamie Fame Flame, was my name.