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