We had always been musicians

Then we played the right gig

All the new york papers said

It's a cinch they'll make it big



We jumped in our econo-line

Went out west in record time

That promoter robbed us blind

Headed north without a dime



We all thought we'd make it big

High as kites and filthy rich

We all thought we'd make it big



Washing dishes paid for gas

Even played a catholic mass

Saved enough to make the drives

Still we waited for our prize



In vancouver we reigned supreme

They liked us better than their queen

The ferry to victoria

Had free hot dogs and cole slaw



We all thought we'd make it big

High as kites and filthy rich

We all thought we'd make it big



Failure never crossed our minds

Like the horse races

We kept on the blinders



The band split up in washington

Because the van broke down

Everyone hitch hiked home

Sold guitars and our clothes



Most of my family keeps on asking

They just want to hear me spout

Well i say it's pretty simple

I got chewed up and spit out



We all thought we'd make it big

High as kites and filthy rich

We all thought we'd make it big

Fatted calves and stuffed pigs


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