The record man said,
Don't let it go to your head,
I'm gonna make you a star
You 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 know 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 got a friend,
Who's got a friend, who really knows how
So Mama, please don't worry about me,
I'm nearly famous, now
Still hangin' on,
Still hangin' on
I met this real, live walkin',
Self styled, self assured,
Slow talking bore
I thought I'd play him along,
Play 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 hangin' on,
Still hangin' 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
So Mama, please don't worry about me,
I'm nearly famous, now
Still hangin' on,
Still hangin' on
Ah, don't worry about me, mama
Next week I'm gonna make the play list,
Ah, hangin on', hangin' on,
Still hangin' on
1976 Allison / Sills