I'm really slick, I know every trick
  And I can get a chick, 'cause I'm in the clique.

  Get your greasy hands off the guitar,
  Get your slimy seat off the drums,
  Go and take a chair in the corner,
  And wait until your time comes.
  Maybe you're a wheel in your hometown,
  Maybe you're the best on the block,
  But by the time you make it in New York,
  Your axe will be in hock.

  Gettin' in the door will cost a fin
  Minimum is another three
  It takes a year of heavy spending
  Before they let you in free.
  You may dress like everybody
  But there the similarity ends
  You need more than a uniform to be
  In our little circle of friends.

  Maybe I could give you advice
  But what can I say to you?
  Some people get it together
  And some people never do.
  Just try and get your foot in the door
  And maybe, with luck, you may
  Also be in a position to look
  Down your nose on somebody someday