Fame (Bowie/Alomar/Lennon) Drums: Dennis Davis, Andy Newmark Bass: Emir Ksasan, Willy Weeks Guitar: Carlos Alomar, Bowie, John Lennon, Earl Slick Keyboards: Bowie, Michael Garson Saxophones: David Sanborn Percussion: Ralph McDonald, Pablo Rosario, Larry Washington Vocal Backups: Bowie, Ava Cherry, Robin Clark, Jean Fineberg Antony Hinton, John Lennon, Jean Millington, Warren Peace, Diane Sumler, Luther Wandross Produced and mixed by Bowie, Tony Visconti and Harry Maslin at: Sigma Sound, Engineer Carl Parulow Electric Lady, Engineer Eddie Kramer Record Plant, Engineer Harry Maslin Fame, makes a man take things over Fame, lets him loose, hard to swallow Fame, puts you there where things are hollow Fame Fame, it's not your brain, it's just the flame That burns your change to keep you insane Fame Fame, what you like is in the limo Fame, what you get is no tomorrow Fame, what you need you have to borrow Fame Fame, "Nien! It's mine!" is just his line To bind your time, it drives you to, crime Fame Could it be the best, could it be? Really be, really, babe? Could it be, my babe, could it, babe? Really, really? Is it any wonder I reject you first? Fame, fame, fame, fame Is it any wonder you are too cool to fool Fame Fame, bully for you, chilly for me Got to get a rain check on pain Fame Fame What's your name? Feeling so gay, feeling gay |