High Society

Oo - wee! ain't life grand?
They give you a dollar,
Then snatch it back out of your hand,

They rip you off for working,
And they damn you if you don't,
The only way you're gonna get out of this,
Is to tell 'em that you won't.

CHORUS:
High Society -
Look what you're doing to me -
High Society.

Oh,oh the taxman,
Won't believe me that I'm broke,
But even if I could pay up,
He'd still take me for a joke.

High Society -
Look what you're doing to me -
High Society.

Now everything I've said here,
Is really just a joke,
But maybe that's because a policeman,
Has got me by the throat.