I've just come in at Number twenty five I'm oh so happy, so glad to be alive And everybody says it's going to get to the top Life is so easy when your record's hot. Go tell my mamma and my sister too To press my trousers and polish my shoes I might even end up a rock-and-roll god It might turn into a steady job. And my agent said to me: "Son, I always told you so." Now my record's number eleven on the BBC But number seven on the N.M.E. Now the Melody Maker want to interview me And ask my view on politics and theories on 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 And now I've got friends that I never knew I had before. It's strange how people want you when you record's high Cause when it drops down they just pass you by Now my agent just called me on the telephone and said: "Son your record's just got to Number One."