Classy - The Proclaimers

Culture traveled out from the rabble

And had a saddle placed on its back

While the t’was ridden to death, dear

By the kind whose nerve never cracks

Guess the class of the white Rasta

And I will buy your very next meal

Sausage supper says middle or upper

And when he speaks the winner’s revealed

That’s how it is you see

It shouldn’t have to be

This way that unearned wealth

Perpetuates itself

You’re not fooling me private schooling

Claiming you are charity

Those you help most don’t have the west coast

And the old distillery

That’s how it is you see

It shouldn’t have to be

This way that unearned wealth

Perpetuates itself

Cross the Atlantic, it’s just as frantic

Riches pleading poverty

When your daddy lends you a million

You can leave the land of the free

That’s how it is you see

It shouldn’t have to be

This way that unearned wealth

Perpetuates itself

That’s how it is you see

It shouldn’t have to be

This way that unearned wealth

Perpetuates itself