I need me a Jane Heiress
To keep me at her address
I'll be her mirror
Tell her she's the fairest
For the woman who has everything
Except a reason to be
I'm just what you need
Patronize me
In Renaissance Italy
The wealthy families
Liked to keep an artist
In residency
Reconsider me as a worthy charity
I'll enrich your life, and you can
Pay my groceries
There's room for me to ride
In your Porsche four-wheel drive
When you stop the high-street traffic
Just to chat out the driver's side
Drop the kids at private school
And I'll tag along
In the back seat writing my
Proletariat rebel songs
I can teach you how to sing
You can teach me how to bling
We could live the kind of risky low life only trust funds bring
But what's a hundred grand a year when you can't have the joy of giving
I can show you how the other ninety-nine percent are living
The experience will help the kids get a better Uni placement score.
And, speaking of score, they can score me h**n.
And a dodgy lawyer.
I need me a Jane Heiress
To keep me at her address
I'll be her mirror
Tell her she's the fairest
A woman of your standing
Needs a cause celebre
I'll be your personal pleb
Patronize me