Poor Little Rich Kid

[Boulton/Marsh]

Roll the top back, hit the road

That young boy is too well protected from the heat

(like beer in a cooler)

No time for work, it's party time

He's too busy living on easy street

(oh real good times)

Oh he's the hotshot in the city (hotshot)

Oh he's sitting pretty (oh yeah)

Messing around with the boss man's daughter

Oh he's never doing what he ought to

Poor little rich kid

Money can't buy a little thing called love

Poor little rich kid

Oh, oh no

Kick back, feel the beat

A bad attitude from living in the pleasure dome

(gotta major personality problem)

The streets are gold in credit zone

You could fill a book with his alibis

(and no lies, no charge)

Oh he's the hotshot in the city (hotshot)

Oh he's sitting pretty (oh yeah)

Messing around with the boss man's daughter

Oh he's never doing what he ought to

Poor little rich kid

Money can't buy a little thing called love

Poor little rich kid

Oh, can't get enough

Poor little rich kid

Sell anything, no deal too tough

Poor little rich kid

Oh oh no

Feel the heat, hear the crash

This rich kid's worlds about to turn to ash

Why trust you, deception all the while

Learning how to backstab and how to falsely smile

But everyone goes through it, and all the deals are all the same

Rip 'em off before they rip you, and no-one takes the blame

Reach for the radio, turn the dial

The DJ's talking about the high cost of living, that ain't living

So sad, so sad, burned out at 25

Oh living on Easy Street, dancing to the beat

Oh baby, take a seat, it's showtime

Get out of that one junior