What's your problem with, of all songs, "When the Idle Poor Become the Idle Rich?" The melody is sprightly and catchy and perfect for the type of song it is, and I think the lyrics are generally considered quite brilliant:
"When we all have vermin
And plastic teeth,
How will we determine
Who's who underneath?
And when all your neighbors
Are upper-class
You won't know your Joneses from your As-
Tors."
"When we're in the dough
And off of the nut
You won't know your banker from your but-
Ler"
"No one will see
The Irish or the Slav in you,
For, when you're on Park Avenue,
Cornelius and Mike
Look alike." |
