| The record man said’Don’t let it go to your head, I'm gonna make you a star'
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| If you’ve got it, use it, but don’t abuse it, gave me money from an old fruit jar
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| To exercise my delight, I went out that night and shook the town the way I knew
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| how
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| So mama please don’t worry about me, I'm nearly famous now
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| Six months later I’m a cool operator, and I know my way around
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| The record man sighed, he really tried, but he couldn’t get it off the ground
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| But that don’t bother me now cos I’ve got a friend who’s gotta friend who
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| really knows how
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| So mama please don’t worry about me, I'm nearly famous now
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| Still hanging on, still hanging on, hang on
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| I met this real live walking, self-styled, self-assured, slow talking bore
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| I thought I’d play him along, give him a song, to keep the doom dust away from my
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| door
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| But I didn’t do what he wanted me to, but it didn’t seem to matter somehow
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| So mama please don’t worry about me, I'm nearly famous now
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| Still hanging on, still hanging on, hang on
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| Six months later I’m a part time waiter, but that didn’t last long
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| I stretched and squeezed at words I’d never heard to write a song
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| And when it finally came, it sounded the same as a tune I’d heard before somehow
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| But mama please don’t worry about me, I'm nearly famous now
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| Still hanging on, still hanging on |