paroles de chanson Some Get Rich, The Rest Get By - Roger Creager

61st floor, way down town
From cubicle 423 you can't see what's comin' down
The mail lady brings a pink slip, empty box for my desk
And says, pack what you brought, leave us the rest

Down in the parking garage I pray my truck starts again
When the CEO passes me in his new Mercedes Benz
Tokin' on a Cuban while mine blows out the tailpipe
Some get rich while the rest get by

Yeah the rich keep getting richer but I keep stain' poor
I'm workin' this overtime to help even the score
Feels like I'm workin' towards the welfare line
But someday I'll get mine

The big boss man in his jolly pirate crew
They were watchin' and plannin' and plottin' to get away with the loot
So clever and so quiet, Wall Street never heard a sound
They grabbed the last piece of gold when the ship went down
And now there's a handcuff janglin' against a Rolex watch
A squad car at the palace to chauffeur him off
But you know,
I'll bet some poor working stiff gets stuck servin' the time
Cause some get rich while the rest get by

Yeah the rich keep gettin' richer and I keep stayin' poor
I'm workin' this overtime to help even the score
Sometimes it feels I'm workin' towards the welfare line
But someday I'll get mine

Now I met up with ol' Saint Peter at the great pearly gates
And he told my old boss in front of me, Sir you'll have to wait
Then he waived me in through and he winked his eye
He told me some get rich while the rest get by