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