(Ian Hunter)
One omre town on the merry-go-round
One more room with no view
One more punk eatin' nothing but junk
Trin' to make a phone call to you
Well maybe I'll never, get myself together
But something's in the back of my mid
It only takes one call-you can laugh at 'em all
You're never too small to hit the big time
One more slob feeling sick as a dog
After one more night on the booze
One more dive more dead that alive
Tryin' to get my message through
Now, maybe I'll never get my self together
If you're fat, if you're bald it don't matter at all
'cos you're never to small-I said you're never to small
To hit the big time (Yes indeed)
(The big time(- limousines)
(The big time)-you can have it all
(The big time)- I say you're never too small
One more crowd shoutin'-turn it up loud
One more rose at my feet
One more ring from that cute little thing
One more reason to cheat
Well, maybe I'll never get myself together
Maybe its the end of the line...
One omre town on the merry-go-round
One more room with no view
One more punk eatin' nothing but junk
Trin' to make a phone call to you
Well maybe I'll never, get myself together
But something's in the back of my mid
It only takes one call-you can laugh at 'em all
You're never too small to hit the big time
One more slob feeling sick as a dog
After one more night on the booze
One more dive more dead that alive
Tryin' to get my message through
Now, maybe I'll never get my self together
If you're fat, if you're bald it don't matter at all
'cos you're never to small-I said you're never to small
To hit the big time (Yes indeed)
(The big time(- limousines)
(The big time)-you can have it all
(The big time)- I say you're never too small
One more crowd shoutin'-turn it up loud
One more rose at my feet
One more ring from that cute little thing
One more reason to cheat
Well, maybe I'll never get myself together
Maybe its the end of the line...
Fare thee well gentle maid I ll see you on your way And the sun will rise tomorrow And wash my sins ...
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You might be a celebrity everybody sits up and begs You might be the sexiest thing since God invented legs You might...
Genocidal tendencies are silly to extreme After all you re still quite small you don t know where you ve been You was...
I packed my bags in the land of rags Cos I don t believe in them dimmo drags Don t wanna vote for ...
Vestal Virginia ain t got a bad thought in ya you re a bastard Mean as a killer instinct that s within ya you re ...
Hunter McNasty Life takes a little piece of you away Most everyday of your life Oh learn to get wise y...
Ian Hunter Wrote this poem Called quotthe floods roll on quot He said this ain t yours Where d you get it...
Girl things ain t been goin too good for me Girl I m living in the middle of a mystery You...
Ian Hunter Green lights on Broadway All the magic seems to say Come and ride with me baby you know It s got to ...
