First, they tell ya that your gonna be the next big thing
They put roses flowers in your dressing room EVERY time you sing
Till you ask for a little consideration
Then the call you a Diva, basically, termination
They grab the next yapper just walking down the street
They got him singing your songs
Markin’ your tree!
It’s lonely at the top
When the lights go down and the cheering stops
You got no real friends
No place to call home
It’s all
”Good Doggie!”
And no BONE!
And the next thing you know, he aint bringin’ you roses
It’s all cold stares, cold shouder! (cold noses)
He doesn’t write, doesn’t call, doesn’t howl your name
All that he can think about is fortune and fame
There ain’t nothing I can do to turn his head and excite him
Sometimes, I swear, I just- wanna BITE him!
It’s lonely at the top
When the lights go down and the cheering stops
You got no real friends
No place to call home
