The record man said'Don't let it go to your headI'm gonna make you a star'. If you've got ituse itbut don't abuse itgave me money from an old fruit jar. To exercise my delightI went out that night and shook the town the way I knew. how. So mama please don't worry about meI'm nearly famous now. Six months later I'm a cool operatorand I know my way around. The record man sighedhe really triedbut 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 meI'm nearly famous now. Still hanging onstill hanging onhang on. I met this real live walkingself-styledself-assuredslow talking bore. I thought I'd play him alonggive him a songto keep the doom dust away from. my door. But I didn't do what he wanted me tobut it didn't seem to matter somehow. So mama please don't worry about meI'm nearly famous now. Still hanging onstill hanging onhang on. Six months later I'm a part time waiterbut that didn't last long. I stretched and squeezed at words I'd never heard to write a song. And when it finally cameit sounded the same as a tune I'd heard before. somehow. But mama please don't worry about meI'm nearly famous now. Still hanging on.still hanging on