歌曲名 Run, Diana Run

歌手名 Don McLean

作词：Don McLean

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

Oh 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

They 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 is in focus

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 say 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

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

Photographers can kill you

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 at 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