I've just come in at Number 25
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I'm oh so happy, so glad to be alive
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And everybody says it's going to get to the top
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Life is so easy when your record's hot.
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Go tell my mamma and my sister too
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To press my trousers and polish my shoes
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I might even end up a rock-and-roll god
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It might turn into a steady job.
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And my agent said to me: "Son, I always told you so."
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Now my record's number 11 on the BBC
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But number seven on the N.M.E.
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Not the Melody Maker want to interview me
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And ask my view on politics and theories on religion.
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Now my record's up to number 3
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And a woman recognized me and started to scream
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This all seems like a crazy dream
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I've been invited to a dinner with a prominent queen
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And now I've got friends that I never knew I had before.
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It's strange how people want you when you record's high
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'Cos when it drops down they just pass you by
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Now my agent just called me and said it me:
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"Son your record's just got to Number One."
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Top Of The Pops
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| The Kinks |
