Stuck in the middle playing second fiddle
Gotta work your way up
Stuck in the middle trying to solve the riddle
Gotta work your way up
To the top of the pops good luck
Sitting in traffic better get your act together
Leaving your town
Like it or not there will be someone waiting there
To knock you down
From the top of the pops good luck
Cause fame dont take pain away
Hats off to george and arty
Hats off to ronnie lane
Got myself to blame up on that stage
Had to work alot harder than you thought
Fame don't take pain away
When it comes easy cant see the trees for the breeze in your own leaves
You're feeling so dirty about what you're singing and they never seem pleased
At the top of the pops you're stuck
At the top of the pops you're lost
Fame don't take pain away
Carl Broemel - Second Fiddle Lyrics
Carl Broemel - Second Fiddle Lyrics
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Stuck in the middle playing second fiddle
Gotta work your way up
Stuck in the middle trying to solve the riddle
Gotta work your way up
To the top of the pops good luck
Sitting in traffic better get your act together
Leaving your town
Like it or not there will be someone waiting there
To knock you down
From the top of the pops good luck
Cause fame dont take pain away
Hats off to george and arty
Hats off to ronnie lane
Got myself to blame up on that stage
Had to work alot harder than you thought
Fame don't take pain away
When it comes easy cant see the trees for the breeze in your own leaves
You're feeling so dirty about what you're singing and they never seem pleased
At the top of the pops you're stuck
At the top of the pops you're lost
Fame don't take pain away
Gotta work your way up
Stuck in the middle trying to solve the riddle
Gotta work your way up
To the top of the pops good luck
Sitting in traffic better get your act together
Leaving your town
Like it or not there will be someone waiting there
To knock you down
From the top of the pops good luck
Cause fame dont take pain away
Hats off to george and arty
Hats off to ronnie lane
Got myself to blame up on that stage
Had to work alot harder than you thought
Fame don't take pain away
When it comes easy cant see the trees for the breeze in your own leaves
You're feeling so dirty about what you're singing and they never seem pleased
At the top of the pops you're stuck
At the top of the pops you're lost
Fame don't take pain away
Writer: CARL WILLARD BROEMEL
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing