Lyrics:

I''m nearly famousThe 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 jarTo exercise my delight, I went out that night and shook the town the way I knewhowSo mama please don''t worry about me, I''m nearly famous nowSix months later I''m a cool operator, and I know my way aroundThe record man sighed, he really tried, but he couldn''t get it off the groundBut that don''t bother me now cos I''ve got a friend who''s gotta friend whoreally knows howSo 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 boreI thought I''d play him along, give him a song, to keep the doom dust away frommy doorBut 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 longI stretched and squeezed at words I''d never heard to write a songAnd when it finally came, it sounded the same as a tune I''d heard beforesomehowBut mama please don''t worry about me, I''m nearly famous nowStill hanging on.still hanging on