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Top of the Bottom

I started

Playing guitar by the town memorial

All my songs were singing editorials

And when I'd done, the sermon on the mount

I counted my change and put it in my bank account

I didn't want to work at the local abbatoir

So I left home, expanded my repertoire

I did some gigs, No one booed

I got free beer and I drank it with gratitudeOnce I started I couldn't stop

That's how I got from

The bottom to the topA businessman with a very young dolly bird

Talked through the set, liked what he thought he heard

Dropped some names he claimed to represent

And asked me if I had any management

Well two weeks later, I'm signing on the dotted line

Offered some drugs, at first I declined

Lots of parties where the spread's incredible

But don't get close 'cause the food's inedibleAnd I became a spinning top

That's how I got from

The bottom to the top of the bottomI got a sweet deal and I moved to America

I fell in love with an heiress called Erica

Started out smart, soon got silly

I partied by the pool and then arrest for necrophilia

News travels fast like electricity

A bad mug shot, it's good publicity

I laid low for a month or two

And spent my dough building a recording studioAnd that's when it all went pop

That's how I got from

The bottom to the top of the bottomThe label and Payola got me in the charts

My new management had me by the private parts

I went on strike, took the initiative

Forgetting that I didn't have a single thing to bargain with

I lost my nerve, my fall was glorious

The lawsuit was eternal and laborious

My new material was only fair to middling

Rome was burning and I did some fiddlingAnd finally, I was dropped

That's how I got back from

The bottom to the top of the bottomOn the way down people tend to leave you where you fall

I tried to stand up but I didn't have the wherewithal

I nearly died in a cab one day

So I swapped my bourbon for a bottle full of perrier

There were rumors about my sexuality

The video star, killed by reality

Next thing I know I'm on my knees

Begging the camera, "Will you vote me off the island please?"But the world forgives a flop

That's how I got back from

The bottom to the top of the bottomO well all that exposure and the phone starts to ring again

I experienced the strange urge to sing again

Well not long ago I was a boy with a dream

I reacquaint myself with a razor and some shaving cream

Look at me I'm ripe for rediscovery

All I need is Mary to mother me

On the tenth green I was way over par

My partner offered me a tour in Jesus Christ, SuperstarAnd that's when the penny dropped

That's how I got back back from

The bottom to the top of the bottomWell we toured all over the states of America

I got a picture of my son from Erica

My parents wrote, "Since you disappeared,

Hard to believe but it's just been one year,"

Now it's back to ale and cakes again

I wonder if I'll make the same mistakes again

I hope that you've enjoyed this tutorial

There's another busker who was playing the memorialI'm getting bored of talking shop

That's how I got back from

The bottom to the top of the bottom

To the top of the bottom

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