Mott The Hoople - Pearl n Roy текст песни

(ian hunter)

Shut up!!!

Its clean the chimneys kids, and its 1974

Shake a fist, make oliver twist

Theres no way you aint poor

Work the mine, work the factory line

Watch the news, get the blues, blow a fuse

Number one aint gettin it done

And number two always got to lose

Pearl atta girl, high school hooker

Money funny honey, cook book looker

Roy atta boy, silk suit slicker

Easy fee degree, cute boot licker

Now Ill tell you something

It seems like the rich dudes live in the sun

And if eton be a democracy - well Im gonna get me some

They got no chins and they always win

Piece of glass hides the class from the mass

Uni-own jack is starting to crack

The greed breeds killin off the grass

Come on, own up! - youre blown-up, youre shown-up

Amatuers - amateurs - bullshit calamitors!

Pearl atta girl, high school hooker

Money funny honey, cook book looker

Roy atta boy, silk suit slicker

Easy fee degree, cute boot licker

Thought you said, youd make us into a star

You just jive, you connived with our lives

Youre a scar, a disgrace, such a waste, filthy taste - lost your case

Hi number ten, hows things goin?

Times are a-changin, winds are blowin

Big white chief, false teeth showin

Im sittin here growin, Im sittin here knowin

Youre on the lamm, cant control it

Youre just a sham, you mink stole it

Roy atta boy, silk suit slicker

Easy fee degree, cute boot licker

Pearl atta girl, high school hooker

Money funny honey, cook book looker