Little things Songtext

von Bob Hillman

Once upon a time I was champion of the world
A regular celebrity in case you hadn't heard
Constantly surrounded by packs of screaming girls
Made the scene in magazines all around the world
They would wait for hours just to shake my hand
I'd duck out the back in a secret unmarked van

Once upon a time I was Emperor of Rome
I had a funny name and the city-state was home
There's a lot to do when you're Emperor of Rome
Like engineering aqueducts and building modern roads
Like racing hotrod chariots inside the hippodrome
Like persecuting Christians, listen to them moan

I bet you believe everything you hear
Don't believe everything
It's the cat scratch and the brown hair
It's the cotton shirt on you thinking chair
I don't want everything
Just the little things

Once upon a time I was ornery as hell
I didn't talk to people who didn't know me well
I didn't talk to people whose names I couldn't spell
I didn't talk to people whose records didn't sell
But I don't know a soul whose records did sell
So I spent a lot of time in meetings with myself
Now I talk in circles so no one understands
The nature of my comprehensive, long range plans

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