When The Idle Poor Become The Idle Rich
They're here! They're here!
The boxes from Shears and Robust!
(Those are the angels who live in Fairyland!)
Come on, Diana!
It's here! It's here!
The great 'come-and-get-it' day
Everything we ordered from Shears and Robust!
When the idle poor become the idle rich
You'll never know just who is who
Or who is which
Won't it be rich?
When everyone's poor relative
Becomes a Rockefeller-tive
And palms no longer itch
What a switch
When we all have ermine
And plastic teeth
How will we determine
Who's who underneath?
And when all your neighbors are upper class
You won't know your Joneses from your Asters
Let's toast the day
The day we drink that drinky up
But with the little pinky up
The day on which
The idle poor become the idle rich
Doo doo doo doo doo-doo
Doo doo, doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo-doo
Doo doo, doo doo
When a rich man doesn't want to work
He's a bon vivant (Yes, he's a bon vivant)
But when a poor man doesn't want to work
He's a loafer, he's a lounger
He's a lazy good-for-nothin'
(He's a jerk!)
When a rich man loses on a horse
Isn't he the sport? (Oh, isn't he the sport)
But when the poor man loses on a horse
He's a gambler, he's a spender
He's a low-life, he's a reason for divorce
When a rich man chases after dames
He's a man about town
A man about town
But when a poor man chases after dames
(He's a bounder)
He's a rounder
(He's a rotter)
And a lot of dirty names
Doo doo doo doo-doo
Doo doo, doo doo
Doo doo-doo-doo-doo doo-doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo
You'll never know just who is which
When the idle poor become the idle rich
When the idle poor become the idle rich
When the idle poor become the idle rich
You'll never know just who is who
Or who is which
No one will see
The Irish or the Slav in you
For when you're on Park Avenue
Cornelius and Mike
Look alike
When poor Tweedledum
Is rich Tweedledee
This discrimination will no longer be
When we're in the dough and off of the nut
You won't know your banker from your butler
Let's make the switch
With just a few annuities
We'll hide those incongruities
In cloaks from Abercrombie Fitch
When the idle poor become the idle rich (When the idle poor become the idle rich)
When the idle poor become the idle rich
The boxes from Shears and Robust!
(Those are the angels who live in Fairyland!)
Come on, Diana!
It's here! It's here!
The great 'come-and-get-it' day
Everything we ordered from Shears and Robust!
When the idle poor become the idle rich
You'll never know just who is who
Or who is which
Won't it be rich?
When everyone's poor relative
Becomes a Rockefeller-tive
And palms no longer itch
What a switch
When we all have ermine
And plastic teeth
How will we determine
Who's who underneath?
And when all your neighbors are upper class
You won't know your Joneses from your Asters
Let's toast the day
The day we drink that drinky up
But with the little pinky up
The day on which
The idle poor become the idle rich
Doo doo doo doo doo-doo
Doo doo, doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo-doo
Doo doo, doo doo
When a rich man doesn't want to work
He's a bon vivant (Yes, he's a bon vivant)
But when a poor man doesn't want to work
He's a loafer, he's a lounger
He's a lazy good-for-nothin'
(He's a jerk!)
When a rich man loses on a horse
Isn't he the sport? (Oh, isn't he the sport)
But when the poor man loses on a horse
He's a gambler, he's a spender
He's a low-life, he's a reason for divorce
When a rich man chases after dames
He's a man about town
A man about town
But when a poor man chases after dames
(He's a bounder)
He's a rounder
(He's a rotter)
And a lot of dirty names
Doo doo doo doo-doo
Doo doo, doo doo
Doo doo-doo-doo-doo doo-doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo
You'll never know just who is which
When the idle poor become the idle rich
When the idle poor become the idle rich
When the idle poor become the idle rich
You'll never know just who is who
Or who is which
No one will see
The Irish or the Slav in you
For when you're on Park Avenue
Cornelius and Mike
Look alike
When poor Tweedledum
Is rich Tweedledee
This discrimination will no longer be
When we're in the dough and off of the nut
You won't know your banker from your butler
Let's make the switch
With just a few annuities
We'll hide those incongruities
In cloaks from Abercrombie Fitch
When the idle poor become the idle rich (When the idle poor become the idle rich)
When the idle poor become the idle rich
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