[Boulton/Marsh]
Roll the top back, hit the road
That young boy is too well protected from the heat
(like beer in a
cooler)
No time for work, it's party time
He's too busy living on easy street
(oh real good times)
Oh he's the hotshot in
the city (hotshot)
Oh he's sitting pretty (oh yeah)
Messing around with the boss man's daughter
Oh he's never doing what he ought
to
Poor little rich kid
Money can't buy a little thing called love
Poor little rich kid
Oh, oh no
Kick back, feel
the beat
A bad attitude from living in the pleasure dome
(gotta major personality problem)
The streets are gold in credit
zone
You could fill a book with his alibis
(and no lies, no charge)
Oh he's the hotshot in the city (hotshot)
Oh he's
sitting pretty (oh yeah)
Messing around with the boss man's daughter
Oh he's never doing what he ought to
Poor little rich
kid
Money can't buy a little thing called love
Poor little rich kid
Oh, can't get enough
Poor little rich kid
Sell
anything, no deal too tough
Poor little rich kid
Oh oh no
Feel the heat, hear the crash
This rich kid's worlds about to
turn to ash
Why trust you, deception all the while
Learning how to backstab and how to falsely smile
But everyone goes
through it, and all the deals are all the same
Rip 'em off before they rip you, and no-one takes the blame
Reach for the radio, turn
the dial
The DJ's talking about the high cost of living, that ain't living
So sad, so sad, burned out at 25
Oh living on Easy
Street, dancing to the beat
Oh baby, take a seat, it's showtime
Get out of that one junior