Some are born with a silver spoon Some are born without a clue Some are born to take the biscuit Some are born to just make do When those fat cats drop the big one They will turn a penny too They will rent out nuclear shelters We'll get one with an outside loo. Ashes to ashes, ashes to ashes, dust to dust Ashes to ashes, let the rich man live, let the poor man bust. This one is a whizz-kid banker He's thirty going on nineteen He says his best friend's name is Charlie He always keeps his nose quite clean He runs his jag on lead free petrol Thinks that his politics are green He's in for one percent of The national debt of Argentine. Ashes to ashes, ashes to ashes, dust to dust Ashes to ashes, let the rich man live, let the poor man bust. Cousin Justin's got a sideline Working for the M.0.D. Expediting import — export If you can afford his fee "Sorry, we don't touch agriculture Not without hard currency Better buy some rocket-launchers With six you get a shovel free!" Ashes to ashes, ashes to, ashes dust to dust Ashes to ashes, let the rich man live, let the poor man bust.
