Cliff Richard - I'm Nearly Famous lyrics
[Cliff Richard - I'm Nearly Famous lyrics]
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
I 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
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
I 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