A rollicking fun song that brings us all down to Earth.
Music/Lyrics/Singing/Playing/Arranging/Recording: Tom O'Brien
|
I overheard someone talking about a "big shot" at the bank or something and then walked on thinking, if there are big shots, why not little shots - that's what I am.
|
Nobody's peeling my grapes
Nobody's bringing me my tea
Nobody's drawing my drapes
Nobody reads my mail but me
Looks like I don't have too far to fall
Looks like I don't have too far to fall
Looks like I don't have too far to fall
I guess I'm just a little shot after all
I only want what I've got
Any more would make me worry at night
I've always been a "have-not"
Some things are not worth the fight
What we have, we only have for a day
And then death comes to take it all away
You may one day be riding high on a wave
And then the next you ma be moldering in your grave
(Chorus)
Nobody's counting my cash
Nobody knows me at the bank
And when I'm nothing but ash
I'll have nobody to thank
(Chorus)
I may sing out to the world
Nobody hears me but you
There may be millions of girls
There's only one I know is true
And when I'm lying in bed
And when you're right here beside
I'm something more in my head
But then I swallow my pride
(Chorus)
x |
|
 |
|