Lyrics Stagefright - James Reyne

Stagefright

I want everyone to think I’ve got the Gonzo connection
As I hide behind my pseudonym and grammar correction
Trying to find a story
Trying to find an angle
Trying to see how many free lunches I can wrangle
It’s alright
Stagefright
It’s alright
Stagefright
It’s alright
Me and Rick were talking, sitting at the bar
Full-blown come on over looking like a star
We say «Hey Mr. Barman, buy this man a beer
He’s a real Jet Jackson, synthesiser sneer»
It’s alright
Stagefright
It’s alright
Stagefright
It’s alright
I look like a lizard
But feel like smoking
I’m on a dead-line for dreams
I know I’m a dead-beat
I know I’m choking
I need a head-line that screams
I’m always at them parties, never on TV
Even New York Steve says «It's a blast!»
to me
I say, «Hi there Steve, who’s that sweet lady on your arm?»
He says, «Check you later» with that Manhattan charm
It’s alright
Stagefright
It’s alright
Stagefright
It’s alright