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zuò cí : Allison, Sills |
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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 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 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, selfstyled, selfassured, 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 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 |