Everyman

A golden signet ring plays on my mind More than I care to say He's a rake he's a rogue Not a spiv or a toad But for all his education Today he washes glasses Tomorrow he trades stocks and diamonds Suddenly belittled By his intercontinental love affair Has the sky ever limited the young The young? For today he washes glasses Tomorrow he sells stocks and shares The silver spoon in his mouth Is never long unpolished You can't buy taste I say You can't buy class he says It's time to get the dirt from under my nail Before the flight For today he washes glasses (First plane to Geneva) Tomorrow he sells stocks and shares (First plane to Geneva) The silver spoon in his mouth (First plane to Geneva) Is never long unpolished