NELLIE McKAY - Respectable lyrics

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    NELLIE MCKAY LYRICS
    
    "Respectable"
    There's a rich boy
    But he doesn't spend
    He just drinks his Poland Spring 
    He's a quick boy walkin' round the bend 
    Or at home alone reading 
    And he wants to do good 
    And he wants to do right 
    So he does what he should 
    But he's got to subscribe 
    To the rules of the tribe 
    Now you're 
    Playin' for the team 
    Everybody loves to love a winner 
    And you're bustin' the beguine
    Everybody knows you're no beginner
    But ah the bums say oh 
    Things ain't what they seem 
    
    You're the respectable member of society 
    But you don't have nothin' on me 
    You gotcha east side certified pedigree 
    But you won't have nothin' you'll see
    Because I warned you 
    They would scorn you 
    But you never did a thing 
    
    When you go in for the kill 
    Everybody wants to make it happen
    And you make a hundred mil 
    Everybody wants to scratch your back then 
    But ah the freaks say oh 
    Things ain't what they seem 
    
    You're a respectable member of society 
    But you don't have nothin' on me 
    You gotcha uppercrust dinner tux sanctimony 
    But you won't have nothin' you'll see 
    Because I told you 
    They would mold you 
    But you never did a thing 
    
    Are you gonna tell 
    Are you gonna hide 
    Are you 
    Gonna join the crowd or split 
    Who are you payin' 
    Ah what are you sayin' 
    Are you gonna sell 
    Are you gonna buy 
    Are you gonna fizzle out or hit 
    Where are you layin' 
    Ah what are you sayin' 
    
    He's a grown man 
    And he wears a tie 
    And his laugh is hard and fast 
    He's a old man 
    Far before his time 
    And his jacket holds a flask 
    And he tried to do good 
    And he tried 
    To do right 
    So he did what he could 
    But he had to subscribe
    To the rules of the tribe 
    
    Now you're lookin' for a queen 
    Everybody talks too much and argues 
    And it makes you wanna scream 
    Don't these little punks 
    Realize who they're talkin' to 
    But ah the scrubs say oh 
    Things ain't what they seem 
    
    You're a respectable member of society 
    But you don't have nothin' on me 
    You gotcha caterers and prada and your maitre'd 
    But you won't have nothin' you'll see 
    Because I warned you 
    They would burn you 
    But you never did a thing 
    You're the respectable members of society 
    But you don't have nothin on me 
    You're the respectable members of society 
    You're so respectable 
    You're the respectable members of 
    You're so respectable

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