I'm in the clique, I'm in the clique I'm really slick, I know every trick And I can get a chick, 'cause I'm in the clique.
Get your greasy hands off the guitar, Get your slimy seat off the drums, Go and take a chair in the corner, And wait until your time comes. Maybe you're a wheel in your hometown, Maybe you're the best on the block, But by the time you make it in New York, Your axe will be in hock.
Gettin' in the door will cost a fin Minimum is another three It takes a year of heavy spending Before they let you in free. You may dress like everybody But there the similarity ends You need more than a uniform to be In our little circle of friends.
Maybe I could give you advice But what can I say to you? Some people get it together And some people never do. Just try and get your foot in the door And maybe, with luck, you may Also be in a position to look Down your nose on somebody someday.