I'm in the clique, I'm in the clique

I'm really slick, I know every trick

And I can get a chick, 'cause I'm in the clique.



Get your greasy hands off the guitar,

Get your slimy seat off the drums,

Go and take a chair in the corner,

And wait until your time comes.

Maybe you're a wheel in your hometown,

Maybe you're the best on the block,

But by the time you make it in New York,

Your axe will be in hock.



Gettin' in the door will cost a fin

Minimum is another three

It takes a year of heavy spending

Before they let you in free.

You may dress like everybody

But there the similarity ends

You need more than a uniform to be

In our little circle of friends.



Maybe I could give you advice

But what can I say to you?

Some people get it together

And some people never do.

Just try and get your foot in the door

And maybe, with luck, you may

Also be in a position to look

Down your nose on somebody someday.