Seen you before, I know your sort,You think the world awaits your every breathYou'll be my friend, or so you sayYou'
ll help me out when the time comesAnd all the time we're getting rich,You hang around to help me outBut when we're skint,
Oh God Forbid!You drop us like hot bricksArtistic Freedom. Do what you want.But just make sure that the money ain't goneI
'll tell you what, I got you sussedYou'll waste my time, when my time comes.