Winners

Hey winner - you think you've got the touch? Let's celebrate 'cos you've got so much Money, it ain't funny, it always seems a crime I confess that I'm jealous of each and every dime You're lazy, but you married well And in your Euro-drag, man, it's really hard to tell You thought any other parasitic swell Sipping useless tasteless juices that the hippies sell So come on over in your Range Rover, you're a patron of the arts You like the creative type but they gotta play the part Of your freaky flunkie money junkie, you'd love to be a pimp Spreading cash out of you stash If we tow the line I guess I'd play it the same if I could get in the game I guess I'd play it the same if I could get in the game And I'd appreciate your generosity And I'd appreciate the opportunity To bite ya I love to bite the hand that feeds me Even though I'm the one who needs you Well that's how it goes Next time please don't disrespect my clothes Winners never realize what comes before a fall So full of pride in your soft life God bless you all