Song | I'm Nearly Famous |
Artist | Cliff Richard |
Album | 1970s |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Allison, Sills | |
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 |
zuo ci : Allison, Sills | |
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, selfstyled, selfassured, 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 |
zuò cí : Allison, Sills | |
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, selfstyled, selfassured, 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 |