Big Time - Webb Wilder

One more town on the merry-go-round

One more room with no view

One more punk eatin' nothing but junk

Trin' to make a phone call to you

Well maybe I’ll never, get myself together

But something’s in the back of my mid

It only takes one call-you can laugh at 'em all

You’re never too small to hit the big time

One more slob feeling sick as a dog

After one more night on the booze

One more dive more dead that alive

Tryin' to get my message through

Now, maybe I’ll never get my self together

Maybe it’s the end of the line

But I’m having a ball-bouncin' off the walls

You’re never too small to hit the big time

You’re never too small, you’re never too small

You’re never to small to hit the big time

They can make you crawl, they can make you fall

But you’re never to small to hit the big time

You’re never too small, you’re never to small

You’re never too small to hit the big time

If you’re fat, if you’re bald it don’t matter at all

'cos you’re never to small-i said you’re never to small

To hit the big time (yes indeed)

(the big time (- limousines)

(the big time)-you can have it all

(the big time) — I say you’re never too small

One more crowd shoutin'-turn it up loud

One more rose at my feet

One more ring from that cute little thing

One more reason to cheat

Well, maybe I’ll never get myself together

Maybe it’s the end of the line…