I hear they're casting for the Real World
When you think about that, it's a little bit absurd
But you were raised on Paula Abdul
Eighties rule
But Arsenio will never be cool
And what Simon says is bogus
Vote him off the earth, you know this
Isn't how to win your roses
Even Monica would blow this
Hey, let's show this - play it on TV
'Cause if you've gots the game shows
I've gots reality

Reality
This is ridiculous
Who Wants to Be an E! True Story?
Newfound celebrity
Is so insidious
Come pose for next month's nude pictor-i-al
I says the irony is how you'll wanna spend
The rest of your life being famous
But you'll be nameless once the show ends
Till you crash your car and make headlines once again

I - I won't worry that it's a game (hey- oh -)
Cuz I - I want fifteen min-nits of fame (hey- oh -)

I played an Ozzy record on my stereo
Wait a (bleep)in' second, that was twenty years ago
Too mainstream nowadays to bite the head off a bat
Like Fear Factor or the Playmate and her poodle with that
Octogenarian's cash
What's with marryin' trash
When fake millionaires buy brides, but none survives nights
In the Amazon
No pajamas on
Man, if you've gots the sitcoms
I've gots reality

Reality
Is inescapable
Who'll be your mid-season replacement?
I'd pitch morality
But I'm incapable
That's me in Tonya Harding's basement
I says the tragedy is though you'll wanna spend
The rest of your life as an Idol
You're suicidal once it all ends
Then you'll bare it all in the tabloids once again

I - I'm on TV and it's insane (hey- oh-)
I - I've got fifteen min-nits of fame (hey- oh-)
I - I'll date models and change my name (hey- oh-)
I - I've got fifteen minutes of fame (hey- oh-)
(etc.)