Nobody knows I'm famous So I have to go around and say it When I'm in public, I cover up my face with my hands So people don't realize that they don't know who I am I sent a picture to the paparazzi A nice 8 x 10 glossy of me And directions that show how to get to my home Along with a note that says "please stalk me" Nobody knows I'm famous I put an add in the singles column That says "supermodel wanted: I'm a famous white male but no one knows that it's true I think it might be more convincing if I'm married to you" I wrote a book that says I'm something And I hand copies out for nothing And if you won't take me up, I say I'll throw in a buck, And make it two dollars if you ask me to sign it Nobody knows I'm famous No one knows that everybody's talking all about me Unless they're just pretending out of jealousy and envy I use the utmost of discretion to attract lots of attention But elude the recognition I deserve I've got big time tinted windows On my Jet Black Geo Metro I've got my own body guard but he gets bored a lot And so I hired a fanatic that he has to fight off So if you see me, take a picture Point at me and whisper I'm the Hollywood type Born for the lime light But I'm having a tough time creating a buzz because Nobody knows I'm famous