(ian hunter)      One more town on the merry-go-round   One more room with no view   One more punk eatin' nothing but junk   Trin' to make a phone call to you   Well maybe I'll never, get myself together   But something's in the back of my mid   It only takes one call-you can laugh at 'em all   You're never too small to hit the big time      One more slob feeling sick as a dog   After one more night on the booze   One more dive more dead that alive   Tryin' to get my message through   Now, maybe I'll never get my self together   Maybe it's the end of the line   But I'm having a ball-bouncin' off the walls   You're never too small to hit the big time      You're never too small, you're never too small   You're never to small to hit the big time   They can make you crawl, they can make you fall   But you're never to small to hit the big time   You're never too small, you're never to small   You're never too small to hit the big time   If you're fat, if you're bald it don't matter at all   'cos you're never to small-i said you're never to small      To hit the big time (yes indeed)   (the big time(- limousines)   (the big time)-you can have it all   (the big time)- I say you're never too small      One more crowd shoutin'-turn it up loud   One more rose at my feet   One more ring from that cute little thing   One more reason to cheat   Well, maybe I'll never get myself together   Maybe it's the end of the line...