Some wealthy ones like you
laugh down on the common folk like me,
making bets to what degree
a fool we are.
Through your rose -colored windows,
you see yourself above us
Standing in the mud and
gazing at the stars
But the rich and poor
have in common the common cold
The heartburn and the heartache
can put our pants on just the same
No, your wealth don't make you better,
babe
Cause I can tread water, babe
As long as you think you
can make it rain
While you got your raisin girl
And your dia mond studded world
I got pulled up on the hun
griest side of town
And I cut my teeth on bacon rind
And ain't no hide as thick as mine
But it might be fun a while
to be your clown
So get your whip and do your thing
I'll run around the ring
Riding a white horse and
wear an arm or two
Ah, but I don't easy blister,
babe
And I'll be your court jester, babe
But don't think you won't
pay to fiddle you two
Back when you put your hand in mine
It was a shocking thing to find
The water hot,
the current strong and deep and wet
You had me strugglin' for time
When I was danglin' on your line
I would never feel this fishin',
never gonna sweat
While you're playin' with my mind
I'll be playin' with your money, honey
Long as your account
can't stand the drain
So fan the flame and make it hotter
Cause I think I can walk on water
Long as you can make it run
Think if I hang around a while
And kinda study your style
I'll come out a whole lot wiser,
man, at least
Cause the last time anyone as
grand as you appeared
They looked around and found a
brand new star up in the east
Yeah, but I don't see no halo
Just a cute little girl with a lot of gold
Wantin' one more trinket for
your golden chain
Well, you got a hot one hangin', kid
Don't let them say you
never did your best
Be my guest, bring it around
Oh, come on, baby, make it rain
Oh, come on, sugar,