[Lyric] Winners (Bobby Conn)

Hey winner - you think you've got the touch?
Let's celebrate 'cos you've got so much
Money, it ain't funny, it always seems a crime
I confess that I'm jealous of each and every dime
You're lazy, but you married well
And in your Euro-drag, man, it's really hard to tell
You thought any other parasitic swell
Sipping useless tasteless juices that the hippies sell

So come on over in your Range Rover, you're a patron of the arts
You like the creative type but they gotta play the part
Of your freaky flunkie money junkie, you'd love to be a pimp
Spreading cash out of you stash
If we tow the line

I guess I'd play it the same if I could get in the game
I guess I'd play it the same if I could get in the game
And I'd appreciate your generosity
And I'd appreciate the opportunity
To bite ya
I love to bite the hand that feeds me
Even though I'm the one who needs you
Well that's how it goes
Next time please don't disrespect my clothes
Winners never realize what comes before a fall
So full of pride in your soft life
God bless you all