New Millionaires

You can spend a cheque in a morning And go hungry the same afternoon. Sometimes the only quarters between you and a rainstorm Are the quarters of the moon. You know for every one way to sit up There must be five hundred ways to beg. And how can you ever be a man of standing With a chain wrapped around your legs. Just like Arbogast on the top two stairs You're waiting for a carver to come cutting through your cares. Living on your savings, saving up your prayers Come on down, the new millionaires. The famous say walk in their footsteps But don't you go tread on their toes. And if you wait for luck to open up You'll be waiting there to see it close. Well I think it was viscount Or it might have been a prince When he said enjoy your leisure