He just drinks his Poland Spring
He's a quick boy walkin' round the bend
So he does what he should
But he's got to subscribe
To the rules of the tribe
Everybody loves to love a winner
And you're bustin' the beguine
Everybody knows you're no beginner
Things ain't what they seem
You're the respectable member of society
But you don't have nothin' on me
You gotcha east side certified pedigree
But you won't have nothin' you'll see
But you never did a thing
When you go in for the kill
Everybody wants to make it happen
And you make a hundred mil
Everybody wants to scratch your back then
Things ain't what they seem
You're a respectable member of society
But you don't have nothin' on me
You gotcha uppercrust dinner tux sanctimony
But you won't have nothin' you'll see
But you never did a thing
Gonna join the crowd or split
Are you gonna fizzle out or hit
And his laugh is hard and fast
And his jacket holds a flask
To the rules of the tribe
Now you're lookin' for a queen
Everybody talks too much and argues
And it makes you want to scream
Realize who they're talkin' to
Things ain't what they seem
You're a respectable member of society
But you don't have nothin' on me
You gotcha caterers and prada and your maitre'd
But you won't have nothin' you'll see
But you never did a thing
You're the respectable members of society
But you don't have nothin on me
You're the respectable members of society
You're the respectable members of