The boys on the subway talk too loud
They want everyone to look
One of them is counting his money
Looking proudly around
But who is he fooling?
No one here is drooling
Over his crumpled paper notes
His parents never loved him enough as a kid
Or what do I know? Maybe they really did
But he's got a new daddy now
Watching over, looking how
He's counting the money
He's counting the money in his hand
And everyone understands and knows
That once he's counted the money
It goes into someone else's hand
He wants to be the worst
'Cause he can't be the best
And he's not the first
He's a mortal like the rest of us
Even more because
Somebody fooled him
And now they rule him
With crumpled paper notes
They want everyone to look
One of them is counting his money
Looking proudly around
But who is he fooling?
No one here is drooling
Over his crumpled paper notes
His parents never loved him enough as a kid
Or what do I know? Maybe they really did
But he's got a new daddy now
Watching over, looking how
He's counting the money
He's counting the money in his hand
And everyone understands and knows
That once he's counted the money
It goes into someone else's hand
He wants to be the worst
'Cause he can't be the best
And he's not the first
He's a mortal like the rest of us
Even more because
Somebody fooled him
And now they rule him
With crumpled paper notes
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