And the fat cats in their big cars sat making fun of all those below.
They drive their Rolls Royce, and their grotesque toys, and put on a million dollar show.
But do they know that those down below run the show and without them they’d be poor.
Let the working man stand, with valour in hand, and make the fat cats scramble and scatter for their value on their marble floor.
Yes, the fat cats can be toppled.
Knocked down from their pedestals.
And the working man will rise up and scream
Not for one, no! But for all.