The Screaming Jets F.R.C. song lyrics

You drive your fast car, all over the town

You got your offices up 50 floors from the ground

You hire your slaves to bid for you

You've got a couple of wives and a mistress or two

And I can't wait to see you tumble and fall

You dodge your tax man, you know all the right lines

Getting fat and fickle on good food and red wine