I can hound you if I need to

Sip your brandy from a crystal shoe

In the corner, in the corner

While the others climb reaching dizzy heights

The world's in front of me in black and white

I'm on the bottom line, I'm on the bottom line



I'd have a cardiac if I had such luck

Lucky losers, lucky losers landing on skid row

Landing on skid row

While the Diamond Jims

And the Kings road pimps

Breath heavy in their brand new clothes

I'm on the bottom line, I'm on the bottom line



And I gotta get a meal ticket

To survive you need a meal ticket

To stay alive you need a meal ticket

Feel no pain, no pain

No regret, no regret

When the line's been signed

You're someone else

Do yourself a favor, the meal ticket does the rest



Shake a hand if you have to

Trust in us and we will love you anyway, anyway

Don't leave us stranded in the jungle

With fifty percent that's hard to handle

Ain't that so, ain't that so