Big city gent
Money’s heaven sent
Just try your life without a cent
Money in the bank
Rolls in the drive
That’s all you think there is to life

Big city man
Your head in your hand
Why do you waste your life away
9 till 5 rules your life
that’s all you think there is to your day

Chorus
Because you don’t know how to live your life
Because you’ve never lived
Let me take it over from you, and let's live, let's live

Young secretary, Tea at three
Is that all you'll ever see?
Still tied to a chair
That look of despair
You just conform to society