When you reach number ten
And think the struggle ends
But it aint the end
Its only a trend
You have to unbend
Cause its only a trend
Dont lose all your friends
Dont make heroes end
When you reach number eight it aint no pearly gate
Cause it wont satiate your growing appetite
You can ply your trade and push your crusade
Emancipate or indoctrinate, but the
Traps are all laid for and honest crusade
Your old values will fade as you struggle to make the grade
As you struggle to make the grade
When you hit number four youre almost through the door
But theres a whole lot more you just cant ignore
The telephones sure, you know the score
But dont let this uproar dissipate your encore
Its written in the news how you paid your dues
But youve no excuse for the people you abuse
When you reach number one you can beat your drum
You can sack your roadies in Birmingham
When your record is platinum, you can stick it to the bath,
To the wall like youve always planned
Its written in the news how you paid your dues
But youve no excuse for the people you abuse