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