The Four Seasons - Beggars Parade lyrics

Tell me who's good and who's bad Tell me who's happy and who's sad Then go line 'em up to march in the parade Who needs the truth? Feed 'em lies. They're all hungry for alibis. Oh They're all the same, Bowery bum, banker's son Beat the drum, here they come Banker's son, bowery bum Your skin is thin, mine is too What's so special about you? Make excuses 'cause you just can't make the grade Look in the mirror, yeah, it's true Pitiful soul that's you Oh, they're all the same Bowery bum, banker's son Beat the drum, here they come Banker's son, bowery bum Hungry for bread, plant a seed Satisfy your evil greed No, you'd rather collect that unemployment check Why should you work, like the rest, When it's easier to protest? Oh, you're all the same, Bowery bum, banker's son Beat the drum, here they come Banker's son, bowery bum (Beggar's Parade) Talkin' 'bout a (Beggar's Parade) Oh, Everybody's in a (Beggar's Parade) No, you can't get out of (Beggar's Parade) Keep marchin' in a (Beggar's Parade) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh