Starvin Marvin



Starvin Marvin is a song off of Adult Entertainment.

Lyrics
In this big city, you'll often hear the sounds of Starvin' Marvin, The latest country-folk-rock hero, they're trying so hard to push. He's a talented boy with a musical toy, and a heart that don't stop feelin' In a minute or two, I will tell it to you, why they call him Starvin' Marvin

First I'd like to say how I used to enjoy his ways with words in a song And he used to play his guitar so cleanly, I could listen to him all night long When he sang to you, the songs got through and brought you up real close And you didn't even mind the manners of his slightly artistic pose

But the jobs were few, the pay was poor, and he and his woman went hungry Constantly broke and surrounded by wealth, was enough to make him feel so lonely Humbled in his place was the look upon his face, thatMarvin was constantly fighting And his music showed the pain of a tough-skinned man, whose tenderness was always hiding

Then one day, his luck had changed, and brought the bosses to his door They must've done a lot of slick, fast, sweet-talking, and swept them right off of his floor Tomorrow brought an album and a flashy pair of pants and stardom on the radio And from that day forth he's been a much-changed boy from the one we used to know

chorus: Starvin' Marvin, former tough luck kid, lame duff folk rock star. Have you forgotten what it felt like years ago, to remember just who you are? Can't you, just for once, drop your halo hat And touch the ground you're standing on? Look back to the things that were dear to you Or soon they'll be long, long gone.

Now he struts around with his petty entourage, carrying his robes behind him. And when you're talking to the man, though you're with him face to face, you don't know where to find him. And you'll sometimes hear him mention the hungry days but only just enough to impress you The lessons that he's learned are the dollars that he's earned, and he's only got time to forget you.

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Credits

 * Raffi
 * © 1977 Homeland Publishing (CAPAC)

Musicians

 * Bill Cymbala - drums, percussion
 * Bob Doidge - bass
 * Ben Mink - mandolin
 * Don Potter - electric guitar
 * Raffi - acoustic guitar, vocals
 * Ed Roth - electric piano
 * Vocal Harmony: Carla Jensen, Judy Donnelly
 * Recorded by Bob Lanois at Grant Avenue Studio in Hamilton, Ontario: August, 1977
 * Mastered by Phil Asher at CBS Records, Canada
 * Produced by Don Potter