Mott The Hoople - Pearl 'n' Roy lyrics

SHUT UP It's clean the chimneys kids, and it's 1974 Shake a fist, make Oliver Twist There's no way you ain't poor Work the mine, work the factory line Watch the news, get the blues, blow a fuse Number One ain't gettin' it done And Number Two always got to lose Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker Money funny honey, cook book looker Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker Easy fee degree, cute boot licker Now I'll tell you something It seems like the rich dudes live in the sun And if Eton be a democracy - well I'm gonna get me some They got no chins and they always win Piece of gla** hides the cla** from the ma** Uni-own Jack is starting to crack The greed breed's k**in' off the gra** Come on, own up! - you're blown-up, you're shown-up Amatuers - amateurs - bullsh** calamitors Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker Money funny honey, cook book looker Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker Easy fee degree, cute boot licker Thought you said, you'd make us into a star You just jive, you connived with our lives You're a scar, a disgrace, such a waste, filthy taste - lost your case Hi Number Ten, how's things goin'? Times are a-changin', winds are blowin' Big white chief, false teeth showin' I'm sittin' here growin, I'm sittin' here knowin' You're on the lamm, can't control it You're just a sham, you mink stole it Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker Easy fee degree, cute boot licker Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker Money funny honey, cook book looker