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