Oh You With

You with your airs and graces you boast of your new car
But i really do not wish to hear of how marvellous you are
Your new car tells me little about the one that's you
If to a higher principle you even could be true.

Your children are young bureaucrats and they like you know of the good life
And you go off on expensive holidays you and your conceited wife
Yet half of the people of the World go hungry in want of food to eat
And you with your big ego swimming in your conceit.

You with your swollen ego you've convinced yourself you're great
But have you got one poor person you can claim for a mate
And everyone you call a friend is a budding millionaire
What would you know of the have nots of the other World out there?

Oh you with your airs and graces why should i wish to hear
Of the many successes of your successful career
I may sound a little jealous perhaps that may be so
But of your brand new mercedes why should i wish to know?