Stagefright - James Reyne

I want everyone to think I’ve got the Gonzo connection

As I hide behind my pseudonym and grammar correction

Trying to find a story

Trying to find an angle

Trying to see how many free lunches I can wrangle

It’s alright

Stagefright

It’s alright

Stagefright

It’s alright

Me and Rick were talking, sitting at the bar

Full-blown come on over looking like a star

We say «Hey Mr. Barman, buy this man a beer

He’s a real Jet Jackson, synthesiser sneer»

It’s alright

Stagefright

It’s alright

Stagefright

It’s alright

I look like a lizard

But feel like smoking

I’m on a dead-line for dreams

I know I’m a dead-beat

I know I’m choking

I need a head-line that screams

I’m always at them parties, never on TV

Even New York Steve says «It's a blast!»

to me

I say, «Hi there Steve, who’s that sweet lady on your arm?»

He says, «Check you later» with that Manhattan charm

It’s alright

Stagefright

It’s alright

Stagefright

It’s alright