Culture travelled
Out from the rabble
And had a saddle
Placed on its back
While the vets cheered
T'was ridden to death dear
By the kind
Whose nerve never cracks
Guess the the class-ah
Of the white Rasta
And I will buy
Your very next meal
Sausage supper
Says middle or upper
And when he speaks
The winner's revealed
That's how it is you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that un-earned wealth
Perpetuates itself
You're not fooling me
Private schooling
Claiming you
Are charity
Those you help most
Own half the west coast
And the odd distillery
That's how it is you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that un-earned wealth
Perpetuates itself
Cross the Atlantic
It's just as frantic
Riches pleading poverty
When you daddy
Lends you a million
You can lead
The land of the free
That's how it is you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that un-earned wealth
Perpetuates itself
That's how it is you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that un-earned wealth
Perpetuates itself
The Proclaimers - Classy Lyrics
The Proclaimers - Classy Lyrics
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Culture travelled
Out from the rabble
And had a saddle
Placed on its back
While the vets cheered
T'was ridden to death dear
By the kind
Whose nerve never cracks
Guess the the class-ah
Of the white Rasta
And I will buy
Your very next meal
Sausage supper
Says middle or upper
And when he speaks
The winner's revealed
That's how it is you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that un-earned wealth
Perpetuates itself
You're not fooling me
Private schooling
Claiming you
Are charity
Those you help most
Own half the west coast
And the odd distillery
That's how it is you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that un-earned wealth
Perpetuates itself
Cross the Atlantic
It's just as frantic
Riches pleading poverty
When you daddy
Lends you a million
You can lead
The land of the free
That's how it is you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that un-earned wealth
Perpetuates itself
That's how it is you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that un-earned wealth
Perpetuates itself
Out from the rabble
And had a saddle
Placed on its back
While the vets cheered
T'was ridden to death dear
By the kind
Whose nerve never cracks
Guess the the class-ah
Of the white Rasta
And I will buy
Your very next meal
Sausage supper
Says middle or upper
And when he speaks
The winner's revealed
That's how it is you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that un-earned wealth
Perpetuates itself
You're not fooling me
Private schooling
Claiming you
Are charity
Those you help most
Own half the west coast
And the odd distillery
That's how it is you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that un-earned wealth
Perpetuates itself
Cross the Atlantic
It's just as frantic
Riches pleading poverty
When you daddy
Lends you a million
You can lead
The land of the free
That's how it is you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that un-earned wealth
Perpetuates itself
That's how it is you see
It shouldn't have to be
This way that un-earned wealth
Perpetuates itself
Writer: Charles Reid, Craig Reid
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management