Sitting Up Pretty - Roger Chapman

Sitting up pretty on government hill —

While we the little people eat the bitter sweet pill

We’re looking for bread man you’re looking for deals

You give a little something you know it ain’t real

Sitting up pretty in government house

While we the little people live hand to mouth

Making you rich is making us poor

Send deputations you’re showing us the door

Is that food yours

You put on my table?

Are these clothes yours

You put on my back?

Is this ground where I sleep?

These shoes on my feet?

If they are you can take them all back

Sitting up pretty on government park

Smiling with the sweetness of a manicured shark

Your just another cuckoo an unwelcome guest

Getting fatter by the minute in another bird’s nest

Sitting up pretty on government gate

Why we the little people are the welfare state

Making pretty speeches trying to appeal

If the left-one don’t get us then the right one will

Is that food yours

You put on my table?

Are these clothes yours

You put on my back?

Is this ground where I sleep?

These shoes on my feet?

If they are you can take them all back