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Luxury’s Lap

Steve Goodman
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🇬🇧 English · Original

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Tell me, how does it feel to be sittin' in luxury's lap Where the money tree grows and the champagne's always on tap Tell me, how does it feel to be breathing that rarefied air Way up in the level where only the devil may care Where those who have and those who have so much Have to stand in a line to meet the man with the Midas touch From the bottom of the valley, they run to the top of the heap With lots of bourbon and Valium to put the sad winners to sleep All those poor rich people They have to find a reason for everything they do All those poor rich people All of that greed just makes them blue All those poor rich people They have to find a reason for everything they do All those poor rich people All of that greed just makes them blue So they juggle the books and redistribute the wealth And all of that jugglin' is hazardous to your health When the ashtrays are full and we'll sell the car for scraps I want more tax benefits Like I was sayin' All those poor rich people All those poor rich people All those poor rich people All those poor rich people