High Hat


I can't stand people
who give me the high hat
People who think they're better than me
Who look down on me
like I'm some insignificant gnat
I can't stand those tuxedo swells,
with their patent leather spats
and their wallets bulging fat
I would love to give 'em all the heave-ho
To see how they'd be living
if they didn't have much dough
One day, a mighty wind is gonna come
and blow them high hats off their heads,
and make 'em bow down
in their graveyard beds

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