From the recording Tortology
This song was written about a certain celebrity who's celebrity was at it's peak about the time the song was written. Not long after the Tortology CD came out I realised that "topical" songs, and some political songs, have a use-by date. The song came to being following my joining an online site which invited original songs based on titles that the site generated. It was a fun site and was a good opportunity to write songs on the spur of the moment. I'm pleased to say that this song won the monthly award. It is quite likely that the person who inspired the song is no longer well known, so send me an email if you're in doubt about who it's about.
Lyrics
WHAT’S THE ATTRACTION
(Brian Ralston)
When I contemplate an airhead heiress
I bypass Nicky I fly straight to Paris
She is the one I think of all the time
I read about her antics and her booze filled capers
In women’s magazines and Sunday papers
She is the one who’s always on my mind
Well, she may not have a great rack
But makes up for that lack
With her fake, green eyes
She looks so lean and lanky
My mum says that she’s skanky
But my, oh my
She jet-sets rounf the world with her birds of a feather
Even if between them they can’t string two words together
Wherever they turn up, turns into the scene of a crime
Well, some say that she’s fatuous
You may think that she’s vacuous
She’s shy, she’s just shy
I may be entranced
But I’ll just take the chance to ask why
Oh why
Won’t you tell me, what’s the attraction?
How come everybody wants a piece of your action
Won’t you tell me, what’s the attraction to you?
Cos I don’t understand it
Won’t you tell me, what’s the attraction?
How come everybody’s joined the Paris Faction
Won’t you tell me what’s the attraction to you?
She’s always running round without wearing knickers
She can’t hold her drink but she sure can hold her liqueurs
I see from her vids that she’s a girl in her prime
Well, she may not have a great rack
But makes up for that lack
With her fake, green eyes
She looks so lean and lanky
My mum says that she’s skanky
But my, oh my
Won’t you tell me, what’s the attraction?
How come everybody wants a piece of your action
Won’t you tell me, what’s the attraction to you?
Cos I don’t understand it
Won’t you tell me, what’s the attraction?
How come everybody’s joined the Paris Faction
Won’t you tell me what’s the attraction to you?
I can fully comprehend
The reasons why you play your games
But I’ve to make a stand
I really do not understand
Just what is your claim to fame
(Instrumental break)
Well, some say that she’s fatuous
You may think that she’s vacuous
She’s shy, she’s just shy
I may be entranced
But I’ll just take the chance to ask why
Oh why
Won’t you tell me, what’s the attraction?
How come everybody wants a piece of your action
Won’t you tell me, what’s the attraction to you?
Cos I don’t understand it
Won’t you tell me, what’s the attraction?
How come everybody’s joined the Paris Faction
Won’t you tell me what’s the attraction to you?
Repeat chorus and ad lib to outro
Copyright Brian Ralston 2007