All Mod Cons

One, two, three, four Seen you before, I know your sort You think the world awaits your every breath You'll be my friend, or so you say You'll help me out when the time comes And all the time we're getting rich You hang around to help me out But when we're skint, oh God forbid You drop us like hot bricks Artistic freedom, do what you want But just make sure that the money ain't gone I'll tell you what, I got you sussed You'll waste my time when my time comes You'll waste my time when my time comes You'll waste my time when my time comes