Run Diana Run

London calling
Run, Diana, run

Run, Diana run
Think they're getting nearer
Run, Diana run
They're in the rearview mirror
Run, Diana run
Don't it make you frantic
Run, Diana run
They're crossing the Atlantic

Well there once was a princess
Who lived a fairy tale
Her love was very strong
Her heart was very frail
The camera really loved her
Oh, she always caused a stir
She dressed in silks and silver
Which looked quite good on her
I said she dressed in silks and silver
Which looked quite good on her
The camera shot her every day
In fact it shot her dead
It never really touched her
Just took her soul instead

Run, Diana run
Think they're getting nearer
Run, Diana run
They're in the rearview mirror
Run, Diana run
Don't it make you frantic
Run, Diana run
They're crossing the Atlantic

The lens isn't focused
The flash is really hot
Man, they swarm around like locusts
Just to get a better shot
She's such a public figure
I'll bet they just can't get enough
The princess has it easy
The readers have it tough
I said the princess has it easy
The readers have it tough
They like to feed on fantasy
Like lions feed on meat
They like to shoot her every day
And bring her home to eat

Run, Diana run
Think they're getting nearer
Run, Diana run
They're in the rearview mirror
Run, Diana run
Don't it make you frantic
Run, Diana run
They're crossing the Atlantic

They like to feed on fantasy (London calling, run, Diana, run)
Like lions feed on meat (London calling, run, Diana)
They like to shoot her every day (London calling, run, Diana)
And bring her home to eat

Run, Diana run
Think they're getting nearer
Run, Diana run
They're in the rearview mirror
Run, Diana run
Don't it make you frantic
Run, Diana run
They're crossing the Atlantic

Photographers can kill ya
The camera is their gun
They shoot their victim down
And then they start to run
It's just assassination
With aperture and flash
But it feeds a voyeur nation
On royalty for cash
I said it feeds a voyeur nation
On royalty for cash
The princess never found herself
Except on tabloid pages
You can be killed a certain times
By photographic rages

Run, Diana run
Think they're getting nearer
Run, Diana run
They're in the rearview mirror
Run, Diana run
Don't it make you frantic
Run, Diana run
They're crossing the Atlantic (London calling, run, Diana, run)
(London calling, run, Diana, run)
(Your photography agent killed you)

Lens is in focus (The camera is the gun)
The flash is really hot
They swarm around like locusts (They shoot their victim down)
Just to get a better shot (And then they start to run)

It's just assassination
With aperture and flash (London calling, run, Diana)
It's just assassination (London calling, run, Diana, run)
It's just assassination (London calling, run, Diana)
It's just assassination (London calling, run, Diana)
It's just assassination (London-)