Roger Chapman - Sitting Up Pretty lyrics

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