Wedding Chorale / Beggars At the Feast

Ring out the bells upon this day of days

May all the angels of the Lord above

In jubilation sing their songs of praise

And crown this blessed time with peace and love

Ain't a laugh, ain't a treat?

Hobnobbing here among the elite

Here comes a prince, there goes a Jew

This one's a queer, but what can you do?

Paris at me feet, Paris in the dust

And here's me breaking bread with the upper crust

Beggar at the feast, master of the dance

Live is easy pickings if you grab your chance

Everywhere you go, law-abiding folk

Doing what is decent but they're mostly broke

Singing to the Lord on Sundays

Praying for the gifts He'll send

But we're the ones who take it

We're the ones who make it in the end

Watch the buggers dance, watch 'em till they drop

Keep your wits about you and you stand on top

Masters of the land, always get out share

Clear away the barricades and we're still there

We know where the wind is blowing

Money is the stuff we smell

And when I'm rich as Croesus, Jesus!

Won't I see all of you in Hell?