Roger Creager, Kyle Hutton
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61st floor way downtown,
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From cubicle 423
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You can't see what's coming down.
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The mail lady brings a pink slip
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And an empty box for my desk.
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Says, "Pack what you brought leave us the rest."
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Down in the parking garage I hope my truck starts again When the CEO passes me in his new Mercedes Benz.
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He's smoking on a Cuban
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While mine blows out the tailpipe.
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Some get rich while the rest get by.
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Chorus
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The rich keep getting richer, but I keep staying poor.
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I'm working this overtime to help event the score.
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It feels like I'm working towards the welfare line,
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But someday I'll get mine.
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The big boss man and his jolly pirate crew
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Were watching and planning
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And plotting to get away with the loot.
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So clever and so quiet,
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Wall Street never heard a sound.
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They grabbed the last piece of gold as the ship went down. Now there's handcuffs jangling against a Rolex watch
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And a squad car at the palace there to chauffeur him off. But, you know,
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I'll bet some poor working stiff gets stuck serving the time Cause some get rich while the rest get by.
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Chorus
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I met up with old Saint Peter there
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At the Great Pearly Gates.
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He told my old boss in front of me,
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"Sir you'll have to wait."
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Then he waved me on through and he winked his eye.
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He told me, "Some get rich while the rest get by."
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Some Get Rich
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Roger Creager |