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I started playing guitar by the town memorial
All my songs were singing editorials
And when I'd done the Sermon on the Mount
I counted my change, put it in my bank account
I didn't wanna work at the local abattoir
So I left home and expanded my repertoire
Did some gigs, no one booed
Got free beer and drank it with gratitude
Once I started, couldn't stop
That's how I got from the Bottom to the Top
A businessman with a very young dolly bird
Talked through the set, liked what he thought he heard
Dropped some names he claimed to represent
Asked me if I had any management
Two weeks later, I'm signing on a dotted line
Offered some drugs, at first I declined
Lots of parties where the spread's incredible
Don't get close, cos the food's inedible
I became a spinning top
That's how I got from the Bottom to the Top
Got a big deal and moved to America
I fell in love with an heiress called Erica
Started out smart, soon got silly
A party by the pool, an arrest for necrophilia
News travels like electricity
A bad mugshot is good publicity
I laid low for a month or two
And spent my dough building a recording studio
And that's when it all went pop
That's how I got back from the Bottom to the Top
Of the Bottom
The label and payola got me in the charts
My new management had me by the private parts
Went on strike, took the initiative
Forgetting that I didn't have a single chip to bargain with
Lost my nerve, and my fall was glorious
The lawsuit was eternal and laborious
My new material was only fair-to-middling
Rome was burning and I did some fiddling
And finally, I was dropped
That's how I got back from the Bottom to the Top
Of the Bottom
On the way down, people tend to leave you where you fall
I tried to stand up but I didn't have the wherewithal
I nearly died in a cab one day