Superior Being

Superior Being
Yes I know, you aim to be as good as me – as rich as free:
But the shocking truth ‘bout how living works
Is you’d better try to cancel your piteous birth:
Honestly spoken there’ll be no kind of chance
To reach the lowest of the mid-class levels:
Life’s in order, a most correct system where the scum’s
Not to get better…

Superior being, superior life
I’m having a good time
I’m a lot better than your kind…
Superior being, the upper – class truth,
From the day of my birth I knew:
I’m a lot better than you…

Grease my walls, stare at the amazing fence
Parting ill weeds from exotic plants
Caught in my electric eye your dull faces
Make me laugh – again and again;
Can’t you see the difference?
Can’t you feel the gap? – it must be evident even
To the silliest pack;
Guess I’ll lean back and have a cigar,
Glad you’ll never get that far…

Su – pe – ri – or
I’m a lot better than you

Got a female caddy once a week
A member – card to reach the 18th green;
Got an amazingly huge swimming pool –
My famous orgies break all the rules;
Got companies in Arabia, dead friends in Romania –
Got nasty pictures of coloured whores,
Brought ‘em from South-Africa…

You’ll never reach me,
You’ll never climb the stairs
Up to me, up to Eden,
Up, up to superior being…

Don’t tell Nancy what I know ‘bout Ronnie
Once we shared the same horny bunny
Paul Mc Cartney owes me some
Lizzy’s doin’ what I want
I know George, I know Maggie
I knew rock, the bloody faggie
Know Kashoggi, know Ghaddafi
Know the whole damn Likud-party…