Beggar At The Feast

Ain't it a laugh

Ain't it a treat

Hobnbbin' here

Among the elite

Here comes a prince

There goes a jew

This one's a queer,

But what can you do

Paris at me feet

Paris in the dust

And here's me breaking bread with the upper crust

Beggar at the feast

Master of the dance

Life is easy pickings if you grab your chance

Everywhere you go, law-abiding folk

Doing what is decent, but they're mostly broke

Singing to the Lord on Sundays

Praying for the gifts He'll send

But we're the ones who take it

We're the ones who make it in the end

Watch the beggars dance

Watch 'em 'till they drop

Keep your wits about you and you'll stand on top

Masters of the land

Clear away the barricades and we're still there

We know where the wind is blowing

Money is the stuff we smell

And when I'm rich as Jesus

Well, I'll see you all in Hell