He's got a flashy outfit Drives a brand new car Has a front for public and fruit-cakes in a jar He's done everything to be on top Literally everything to be on top Time was when he had to Scrounge a decent meal Now that he's a winner Seems he lost the feel He's done everything to be on top Literally everything to be on top He's got a face of iron To hide a leery grin He sports a heavy habit To keep the scream within He's done everything to be on top Literally everything to be on top R.! He's quite a cautions walker His doors close like a safe But he's all around too stupid To feel the burden chafe He's done everything to be on top Literally everything to be on top