You keep me waiting on the levy
While you get ready on your own
I’ve been ready for lord knows how long
You keep me wrapped around your finger
In an echelon that’s low
But every leprechaun loves gold
That State Street old money style
I’m just a poor boy, and you a rich girl
You say you wanna get your press pass
And expose their awful truth
But you lack the couth of a sleuth
And your blowback’s gonna blow you
Take it from a poor boy
Flies ‘round the spigot
Ain’t no polish on the spout
And we don’t wanna hear no rich girl
Run her rich girl mouth
You’re a circus
Baby, you’re a circus
Sha bop bop boom
Cartwheeling with no purpose
You stole our alphabet
And left us all wordless

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