Lyrics:

I''m nearly famous**lf****lf**The record man said''Don''t let it go to your head, I''m gonna make you a star''**lf**If you''ve got it, use it, but don''t abuse it, gave me money from an old fruit jar**lf**To exercise my delight, I went out that night and shook the town the way I knew**lf**how**lf****lf**So mama please don''t worry about me, I''m nearly famous now**lf****lf**Six months later I''m a cool operator, and I know my way around**lf**The record man sighed, he really tried, but he couldn''t get it off the ground**lf**But that don''t bother me now cos I''ve got a friend who''s gotta friend who**lf**really knows how**lf**So mama please don''t worry about me, I''m nearly famous now**lf****lf**Still hanging on, still hanging on, hang on**lf****lf**I met this real live walking, self-styled, self-assured, slow talking bore**lf**I thought I''d play him along, give him a song, to keep the doom dust away from**lf**my door**lf**But I didn''t do what he wanted me to, but it didn''t seem to matter somehow**lf****lf**So mama please don''t worry about me, I''m nearly famous now**lf****lf**Still hanging on, still hanging on, hang on**lf****lf**Six months later I''m a part time waiter, but that didn''t last long**lf**I stretched and squeezed at words I''d never heard to write a song**lf**And when it finally came, it sounded the same as a tune I''d heard before**lf**somehow**lf****lf**But mama please don''t worry about me, I''m nearly famous now**lf****lf**Still hanging on.still hanging on**lf**