Big Time — текст песни (Ian Hunter)





(ian hunter)



One more 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 Ill never, get myself together

But somethings in the back of my mid

It only takes one call-you can laugh at em all

Youre 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 Ill never get my self together

Maybe its the end of the line

But Im having a ball-bouncin off the walls

Youre never too small to hit the big time



Youre never too small, youre never too small

Youre never to small to hit the big time

They can make you crawl, they can make you fall

But youre never to small to hit the big time

Youre never too small, youre never to small

Youre never too small to hit the big time

If youre fat, if youre bald it dont matter at all

cos youre never to small-i said youre 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 youre 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 Ill never get myself together

Maybe its the end of the line...



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