Lyric written after reading an offensively fawning article about Sir Douglas Myers in "The New Zealand Herald."
lyrics
How I love the rich
I wanna slice them thinly
Spread them on my bread
I wanna get them in me as a real treat
Burn them as incense or candles now
The house will smell less richly of defeat
How I love the rich
I wanna wallow in them
I wanna wash myself
In soap I have made of them
And I’ll know
The way success can feel
I’ll wear a healthy glow
My arse will be translucent with success
How I love the rich
Their interests and obsessions
I wanna drive my car
Right over the top of them
And I’m sure
The flavour of their skins will grease my wheels
Now I know well-being can be absorbed.
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