Intro
Verse
Ain’t It A Laugh
Ain’t It A Treat
Hob-Nobbing Here Among The Elite
Here Comes A Prince
There Goes A Jew
This One’s A Queer, But What Can You Do?
Bridge
Paris Had Me Beat
Paris In The Dust
And Here’s Me Breaking Bread With The Upper Crust
Chorus
Beggar At The Feast
Master Of The Dance
Life Is Easy Pickings If You Grab Your Chance
Everywhere ‘Ya Go
Law Abiding Folks
Doing What Is Decent But They’re Mostly Broke
Singing To The Lord On Sunday’s
Praying For The Gift He’ll Send
But We’re The Ones Who Take It
We’re The Ones Who Make It In The End
Watch The Buggers Dance
Watch ‘Em Till They Drop
Keep Your Wits About You And You’ll Stand On Top
Masters Of The Land
Always Get Our Share
Clear Away The Barricades And We’re Still There
We Know Where The Wind Is Blowing
Money Is The Stuff We Smell
And When We’re Rich As Croesus, Jesus! Won’t We See You All In Hell!
