Lyrics
Yes, it's number one
It's Top of the Pops!
I've just come in at number twenty-five
I'm oh-so happy, so glad to be alive
Everybody says it's gonna get to the top
Life is so easy when your record's hot
Go tell my mama, and my sister, too
Dress my trousers, and polish my shoes
I might even end up a Rock 'n Roll god!
It might turn into a steady job
Agent said to me, "Son, we sold your soul"
Now my record's number eleven on the BBC
But number seven in the NME
Now the melody-maker wants to interview me
And ask about my politics and theories of religion
Now my record's up to number three
And a woman recognized me and started to scream
This all seems like a crazy dream
I've been invited to a dinner with a prominent queen
Now, I've got friends I thought I'd never have before
Strange how people want you when your record's high
When it drops down, they just pass you by
And my agent called me on the telephone
And said "Son, your record's just got to number one"
And do you know what this means?
This means you can earn some real money
