Beggars At The Feast (Live)

Maestro!
I should've married your sister

Ain't it a laugh?
Ain't it a treat?
Hob-nobbin' here
Among the elite?

Here comes a prince
There goes a Jew
This one's a queer
But what can you do?

Not for me I can assure you

Paris at my feet
Paris in the dust
And here's me breaking bread
With the upper crust

Beggar at the feast
Master of the dance
Life is easy pickings
If you grab your chance

Everywhere you go
Law-abiding folk
Doing what is decent
But they're mostly broke

Singing to the Lord on Sundays
Praying for the gifts He'll send
But we're the ones who take it
We're the ones who make it in the end

Watch the buggers dance
Watch 'em till they drop
Keep your wits about you
And you stand on top

Masters of the land
Always get our share
Clear away the barricades
And we're still there

We know where the wind is blowing
Money is the stuff we smell
And when we're rich as Croesus
Jesus, won't we see you all in hell