Lyrics Big Time - Linda Eder

Big Time

He said, «You've got the goods to make the big time»
And then he puffed on his cigar
We’ll make a killing, We’ll get top billing
I’m gonna make you a star
First we’ll improve a bit on mother nature
I’ve got a doctor friend you see
Imagination, Plus augmentation
Viola!
A brand new me
To get to the big time you need big time looks
A shady accountant who can cook the books
A couple of well-placed friends
Some dynamite eight-by-tens
Before you can reap those big time dividends
Before you know it I was moving up there
Don Perignon and caviar
A late night «Yes sir», leads to good press sir
And takes a girl pretty far
So now my name’s in lights above the title
Or it’s not on the dotted line
On the back lots now, I call the shots now
When there’s a contract to sign
I’m up in the big time, so I make them wait
I’m up in the big time, so I’m always late
I tell them all «Let's do lunch»
Then give them that one, two, punch
I’m part of the big brass, first class, big time bunch
Big!
Big time!
Big time games!
I Hit the right places
I Cover my bases
I Do what I have to
Smile till it hurts baby
Wear shorter skirts baby
Cry in a pinch baby
But I won’t dare give a single square inch, baby!
Up here in the big time, I’ve got big time friends
Who wanna make sure my big time never ends
My motto is «I've got mine», I live on the bottom line
Up here in the a-team, wet dream, big, big time
It’s comin' up roses
And Barrymore noses
Worth all the sweat dear
Worth it?
— You bet!
When you make the climb
From the nickel and dime
To the simply sublime…
Big time!