Big Gold Hat

We're the serfs down here in the dirt
It's tragic but it's funny
When the man in the big gold hat
Tells us there's no money

In their palaces and castles
Dukes and earls and lords and ladies
With all their heirs and graces
Keep their faces straight while they proclaim

We gotta pull our fingers out
We gotta tighten up your belts
Everyone dig deep
And just make do with what you've got

But who's paying for the fancy weddings?
Who's paying for the paedo prince?
Who's paying for the marching bands?
We're paying for the whole damn lot

All the pomp and ceremony
Doesn't mean a thing to me
I don't go in for all that crap

No reverence from me
I fail to see why we should be
Subservient to some family
That spoffed their DNA through history
And it's a total mystery to me
How this is still a thing
That we're all just the cabbages
For another Saxe-Coburg-Gotha king

All the pomp and ceremony
Doesn't mean a thing to me
I don't go in for all that crap
I won't tug my forelock
Bend my knee or doff my cap
For just another rich man
In a big gold hat
In a big gold hat

An anachronistic throwback
To the ancient days of yore
All the gold that they can eat
Paid for by the poor
It's such a broken system
Trickle down means getting pissed on
But at least it tastes of caviar
Champagne and fois gras

So wave your flags like nodding dogs
And try to just keep swimming
Upstream through the sewage and the rats

While you're starving on your ass
And they're all getting fat
Be sure to pledge allegiance
To the man in the big gold hat
Big gold hat

All the pomp and ceremony
Doesn't mean anything to me
All that chintz and all that tat
For the man in the big gold hat