Wha’ cha gonna do ‘til fame and fortune fall in your lap? I really cannot remember what got me working on this song, but it sure was fun to record!


© 2003 Steven E. Cutts

recorded in February 2004 at Bias Studios (recorded and mixed by Jim Robeson)

on my ONE/THIRD album


  • Steve, acoustic guitar, vocal
  • Casey O’Neal, electric slide guitar
  • Jim Robeson, bass



Wha’ cha gonna do ‘til your ship comes in?                                            

Gonna slide along on dreams

And imagining the scenes

Of what you’ll do when all the fun begins?                                            

Gonna sit around expecting

All the dough you’ll be collecting? 

Don’t forget that greed’s included

In that list of seven deadly sins!


How ya gonna live ‘til ya get what’s due?

Figure food will drop from heaven? 

Or you’ll roll a lucky seven         

Everytime you’re down and feeling blue?                          

Better have some other option like you

Wangle an adoption by a

Lonely, wealthy widow ‘cause it

May or may not all come true!


Always on the rise, waiting in the wings

‘til the world gets ‘round

to  recognize that you’re the next big thing -- 

Wha’ cha gonna do?


Wha’ cha gonna do ‘til your name’s in lights?

When you’ve waited, waited, waited -- 

Recognition’s been belated and your

Place in history’s jeopardized.

Say you’re feeling panic-stricken?

And you know the clock is ticking?

Will there be some satisfaction

When it hits you that the end’s in sight?


Wha’ cha gonna say when they call your name?

When you walk up on the stage; you are

Clearly all the rage and you are

Playing now to wild acclaim!

As you grab the little statue with the

Whole world looking at you, and you

Read your speech and say you  “Never

Dreamed of having all this fame.”  Ha!


Always on the rise, waiting in the wings. 

What if you never, never ever

Get to be that next big thing?

Wha’ cha gonna do?