Everybody But Me
Elvis he's a hero, he's a super star,
and I hear that Paul McCartney drives a Rolls Royce car.
Dylan sings for millions, and I just sing for free.
Everybody's making it big but me.
Neil Diamond sings for diamonds, and here's old rhinestone me.
Why is everybody making it big but me?
I hear that Alice Cooper has some foxy babes,
in every state he performs always back stage.
John Lennon had two fine ladies, Doctor John has three,
but I'm still seeing the same street walkers that I use to see.
Everybody's making it big but me.
I got charisma and personality.
How come everybody's making it big but me?
I paint my face with glitter just like Bowie does,
and I wear the same mascara that Mick Jagger does.
I even put some lipstick on,
but that just hurt my dad and mom.
Everybody's making it big but me.
They have groupies for their bands,
but all I have are my own two hands.
Why is everybody making it big but me?
Copyright © Billy Thekidster | Year Posted 2019
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