You can spend a cheque in a morning

And go hungry the same afternoon.

Sometimes the only quarters between you and a rainstorm

Are the quarters of the moon.



You know for every one way to sit up

There must be five hundred ways to beg.

And how can you ever be a man of standing

With a chain wrapped around your legs.



Just like Arbogast on the top two stairs

You're waiting for a corver to come cutting through your cares.

Living on your savings, saving up your prayers

Come on down, the new millionaires.



The famous say walk in their footsteps

But don't you go tread on their toes.

And if you wait for luck to open up

You'll be waiting there to see it close.



Well I think it was a viscount

Or it might have been a prince

When he said enjoy your leisure

He did nothing to convince us