You may think that I am famous
Can't recall my name but
You've seen me hang out with the stars

Believe me I'm right there with ya
I'm in their every picture
They don't know me but I know who they are

Thought it'd do me a world of good
To move out West to Hollywood
And try to get my name put up in lights

I myself see nothing wrong
Being the king of the Photo Bomb
Though I'm still matinee and not full price

When I see a major star
I run up to their fancy car
And kindly open up the door

They all give me the strangest glance
When they can't quite place me yet
They feel they've seen me somewhere before

I'm at the next table in the restaurant
Sitting smiling nonchalant
Big toothy grins when the flash bulbs go pop

I'm the guy by the swimming pool
In the Speedo looking cool
Waiting on the Photo Bomb to drop

Or the guy on the red carpet
Expertly placing my spinning head
At the perfect strategical angle

So when the picture does appear
In all the Major Rags for years
I'll be more famous than Charlie Rangel

Those of us that'll never make it
Can anyone really blame us
For trying to slide our way to the top

It's all I really know how to do
If you really must know the truth
My only claim to fame...the Photo Bomb