Gonna tell you 'bout how fame flees:
First you're up, then you're down.
Once they opened your doors,
And now they call you a clown.

Then they say, "Get outa here,
Yeah, get out of our sight."
Ya once had it so good; lord,
How you loved the limelight.

And your name is? Sic trans-it glor-i
Sic transit gloria, gloria,
Sic transit gloria, gloria.
You're touted, you're name's in lights, gloria,
But then you're out, gone the next day, scoria.*
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye.

One day they all cheer--
You're in the limelight,
Ah, but your fickle fans get bored
And bloggers blather, you bite.

Then you're out walking the street--
Skipped payments on your house.
Fame knocked upon your door,
Gave you 15 minutes; gloom's
Placed a pall, pal, on the limelight.

Sic transit gloria, gloria,
Sic transit gloria, gloria.
You're touted, you're name's in lights, gloria,
But then you're out, gone the next day, bored wi' ya,
Ya, ya ,ya, ya, ya.
It was good--gloria, limelight.
Now not good--scoria, [Feder]linelight


*scum