Famous from Jim Kitson by Frank Finighan

1. FAMOUS
He's watching his silver spoon tarnish.
She's not waving she's drying her nail varnish.
There's so many of us around out there
Staring at halfway, praying to our hair,
I've finally got my act together
And it's broken down and lying in the road
I'm mugging the gypsies for lucky heather,
I'm the frog prince who turned into a toad.

Oh I hope that I'm Famous soon, I hope that I fall in love.
You know I could have the moon, if I was up in the stars above.

I'm taking the fast road to heaven.
One way to Palookaville and back home by seven
I'm trying not to let it get me down.
I'm airworthy but all of me is stuck on the ground.
I've finally got some sense together
I'm so talented I think I could explode.
I'm waiting for the phone to ring, a break in the weather,
Oh God please come and take away this load.

If I was up in the stars above I could shine.
See that golden Edsel there yeah that's mine.
Life could be a bowl of apples straight off the tree.
Everybody's mother's favourite son could be me.

copyright Jim Kitson 2001

• Folk and Roll
• Rock
• Newcastle Upon Tyne