The record man said'Don't let it go to your
head,I'm gonna make you a star' If you've got
it,use it,but don't abuse it,gave me money from an
old fruit jar To exercise my delight,I went out
that night and shook the town the way I knew how

So mama please don't worry about me,I'm nearly
famous now

Six months later I'm a cool operator,and I know my
way around The record man sighed,he really
tried,but he couldn't get it off the ground But
that don't bother me now cos I've got a friend
who's gotta friend who really knows how So mama
please don't worry about me,I'm nearly famous now

Still hanging on,still hanging on,hang on

I met this real live
walking,self-styled,self-assured,slow talking bore
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/DOkI thought I'd play him along,give him a song,to
keep the doom dust away from my door But I didn't
do what he wanted me to,but it didn't seem to
matter somehow

So mama please don't worry about me,I'm nearly
famous now

Still hanging on,still hanging on,hang on

Six months later I'm a part time waiter,but that
didn't last long I stretched and squeezed at words
I'd never heard to write a song And when it
finally came,it sounded the same as a tune I'd
heard before somehow

But mama please don't worry about me,I'm nearly
famous now

Still hanging on.still hanging on