Top of the Bottom
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 and put it in my bank account
I didn't wanna work at the local abattoir
So I left home, expanded my repertoire
I 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
And asked me if I had any management
Well, 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
But 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
Of the bottom
Got a sweet 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 and an arrest for necrophilia
News travels like electricity
A bad mugshot, it's 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 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
I went on strike, took the initiative
Forgetting that I didn't have a single thing to bargain with
I lost my nerve, 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
So I swapped my bourbon for a bottle full of Perrier
There were rumours about my sexuality
The video star, killed by reality
Next thing I know, I'm on my knees
Begging the camera: Will you vote me off the island please?
But the world forgives a flop
That's how I got back from the bottom to the top
Of the bottom
Well, all that exposure and the phones start to ring again
I experience the strange urge to sing again
Not long ago, I was a boy with a dream
I reacquaint myself with a razor and some shaving cream
Look at me, I'm ripe for rediscovery
All I need is Mary to mother me
On the tenth green, I was way over par
My partner offered me a tour of Jesus Christ Superstar
And that's when the penny dropped
That's how I got back from the bottom to the top
Of the bottom
Well, we Toured all over the States of America
I got a picture of my son from Erica
My parents wrote: "Since you disappeared
Hard to believe, but it's just been one year"
Now it's back to ale and cakes again
I wonder if I'll make the same mistakes again
I hope that you've enjoyed this tutorial
There's another busker who was playing the memorial
I'm getting bored of talking shop
That's how I got back from the bottom to the top
Of the bottom to the top of the bottom
To the top of the bottom
All my songs were singing editorials
And when I'd done the Sermon on the Mount
I counted my change and put it in my bank account
I didn't wanna work at the local abattoir
So I left home, expanded my repertoire
I 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
And asked me if I had any management
Well, 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
But 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
Of the bottom
Got a sweet 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 and an arrest for necrophilia
News travels like electricity
A bad mugshot, it's 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 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
I went on strike, took the initiative
Forgetting that I didn't have a single thing to bargain with
I lost my nerve, 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
So I swapped my bourbon for a bottle full of Perrier
There were rumours about my sexuality
The video star, killed by reality
Next thing I know, I'm on my knees
Begging the camera: Will you vote me off the island please?
But the world forgives a flop
That's how I got back from the bottom to the top
Of the bottom
Well, all that exposure and the phones start to ring again
I experience the strange urge to sing again
Not long ago, I was a boy with a dream
I reacquaint myself with a razor and some shaving cream
Look at me, I'm ripe for rediscovery
All I need is Mary to mother me
On the tenth green, I was way over par
My partner offered me a tour of Jesus Christ Superstar
And that's when the penny dropped
That's how I got back from the bottom to the top
Of the bottom
Well, we Toured all over the States of America
I got a picture of my son from Erica
My parents wrote: "Since you disappeared
Hard to believe, but it's just been one year"
Now it's back to ale and cakes again
I wonder if I'll make the same mistakes again
I hope that you've enjoyed this tutorial
There's another busker who was playing the memorial
I'm getting bored of talking shop
That's how I got back from the bottom to the top
Of the bottom to the top of the bottom
To the top of the bottom
Credits
Writer(s): John Wesley Harding
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- Making Love to Bob Dylan 12" Single
- The Sound of His Own Voice
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