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
HowSo mama please don't worry about me,i'm nearly famous nowSix 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 nowStill hanging on,still hanging on,hang onI 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 somehowSo mama please don't worry about me,i'm nearly famous nowStill hanging on,still hanging on,hang onSix 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
SomehowBut mama please don't worry about me,i'm nearly famous nowStill hanging on.still hanging on