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?