I do not wish to hear of how marvellous you are
Or of your great job or of your brand new car
And if you say you are successful well that suits me fine
Though with what you do with your life is no business of mine.
If you sing your own praises with me that's okay
Though people like you i meet with every day
The way i look at people it would seem to me
You are only equal to one in poverty.
Your great job or brand new car me does not impress
Than a poor homeless person you are no greater or less
Like millions of others to success you are wed
Life's material things they have gone to your head.
We share one thing in common we both have to die
For you too are a mortal as mortal as i
No different to the horse in the paddock out there
And good luck to you if you are a millionaire.
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