EARLY_MORNING_WAKE_UP_CALL_FLASH_AND_THE_PAN EARLY MORNING WAKE UP CALL FLASH AND THE PAN You saw a sign on a pick up truck, You bought a guitar with a borrowed buck - And you dig it and you dig it. They liked your songs, they were hot for you, You got the job, there was work to do - And you dig it and you dig it. But waiting, there was someone waiting for you, Claiming a piece of everything that you do. It seems I've heard your story all before, Someone's standing knocking at your door. The early morning wake up call - Your bags are packed and in the hall The managers ran off with all the money that you made. You hit on the stage nearly every night, You worked around till you get it right - And you dig it and you dig it. And then you signed for a record deal, And off you go on the music wheel - And you dig it and you dig it. But waiting, there was someone waiting for you, . . . The early monung wake up call - . . . You made the charts and all the hangers on were hanging on, Flashing knives behind your back, living in your money sack, And you were thinking you got it made. Waiting, there was someone waiting for you, . . . Your record isn't selling well, the tickets to your shows don't sell, You look around and suddenly you find that you've got leprosy. The taxman's coming after you, your lawyer and your girlfriend, too, And the managers ran off with all the money that you made. And you dig it and you dig it - and you dig it and you dig it.