I'M Nearly Famous

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 'cause 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