| Star Of Tomorrow
Lyric by Clive James, music by Pete Atkin
A slow train to just another gig
Eat like a hummingbird and sleep like a pig
Can you keep a level head, now you're gettin' big?
Star of Tomorrow
Are you speaking from the station? I'm speaking from the club
Of all this town's activities this venue is the hub.
Just a seven mile walk, be certain not to miss the fork
And there you'll find the pub.
It's called The Dead Man's Hand
Afraid it's nothing grand, ha ha.
We're in the annexe out the back
Ho ho.
I'm sure you know how things are,
Star of Tomorrow.
A slow train to just another gig
Eat like a hummingbird and sleep like a pig
Can you keep a level head, now you're gettin' big?
Star of Tomorrow
I must admit the turn-out isn't quite what we had hoped
The girl in charge of advertising hasn't really coped.
In fact she and Mr Sloane who should have brought the microphone
Appear to have eloped.
So there aren't many people here.
Three men and a dog, I fear, ha ha
But the dog's got all your albums,
Ho Ho.
I'm sure you know how things are,
Star of Tomorrow
The whole thing was a triumph! You handled it so well.
You reminded us of Rod McKuen, or even of Jacques Brel.
No-one could have faulted you when that drunk assaulted you
We loved the way you fell.
I s'pose that was Kung Fu?
You say that guitar was new? Ha ha
You broke your glasses too?
Ho ho.
I'm sure you know how things are,
Star of Tomorrow
The milk-train in the morning leaves not long after four.
I could ask a million questions and my girlfriend even more.
But if you'd rather not, in that case we've always got
Our trusty kitchen floor.
A good spot for a nap
If I ever mend that tap, ha ha
Would you like some luke-warm beer?
Ho ho.
I'm sure you know how things are,
Star of Tomorrow.
A slow train to just another gig
Eat like a hummingbird and sleep like a pig
Can you keep a level head, now you're gettin' big?
Star of Tomorrow.
Star of Tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
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