Paparazzi, can't make the man.  Paparazzi, can't break the man.    Next to the transit lounge  see the Paparazzi tears.  No-one came today  from Boston or Tangiers.  And in departures -- only  faceless trippers trip,  loaded with duty free  held in white knuckle grip.    Snap it up, flash away --  steal a camel for a day.  Break the story in heavy type --  the news is running late tonight.    Be-decked with Nikon necklaces  hear the Paparazzi cries.  Under their noses walk  the famous in disguise.  Conspicuously huddled there  but no-one stops to look.  They've got their crayons out  to colour in the book.    Snap it up, flash away --  steal a camel for a day.  Break the story in heavy type --  Paparazzi won't be home tonight.    Paparazzi -- write it down.  Paparazzi -- turn it around.  Paparazzi -- take it, fake it,  break it.  'cos it's a story.    Now someone's cut the lines  communication's down.  All photo film is fogged.  Celebrities surround  and jab their fingers at me.  They kiss but I can't tell.  Even poor Paparazzi  must have privacy as well.