I'm in the clique, I'm in the clique   I'm really slick, I know every trick   And I can get a chick, 'cause I'm in the clique.      Get your greasy hands off the guitar,   Get your slimy seat off the drums,   Go and take a chair in the corner,   And wait until your time comes.   Maybe you're a wheel in your hometown,   Maybe you're the best on the block,   But by the time you make it in New York,   Your axe will be in hock.      Gettin' in the door will cost a fin   Minimum is another three   It takes a year of heavy spending   Before they let you in free.   You may dress like everybody   But there the similarity ends   You need more than a uniform to be   In our little circle of friends.      Maybe I could give you advice   But what can I say to you?   Some people get it together   And some people never do.   Just try and get your foot in the door   And maybe, with luck, you may   Also be in a position to look   Down your nose on somebody someday.