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There's a rich boy but he doesn't spend
He just drinks his Poland Spring
He's a quick boy walkin' 'round the bend
Or at home alone reading

And he wants to do good
And he wants to do right
So he does what he should
But he's got to subscribe
To the rules of the tribe

Now you're playin' for the team
Everybody loves to love a winner
And you're bustin' the beguine
Everybody knows you're no beginner
But the bums say oh, 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
Because I warned you, they would scorn you
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
But the freaks say oh, things ain't what they seem

You're a respectable member of society
But you don't have nothin' on me
You gotcha upper crust dinner tux sanctimony
But you won't have nothin' you'll see
Because I told you, they would mold you
But you never did a thing

Are you gonna tell? Are you gonna hide?
Are you gonna join the crowd or split?
Who are you payin'? What are you sayin'?
Are you gonna sell? Are you gonna buy?
Are you gonna fizzle out or hit?
Where are you layin'? What are you sayin'?

He's a grown man and he wears a tie
And his laugh is hard and fast
He's a old man far before his time
And his jacket holds a flask

And he tried to do good
And he tried to do right
So he did what he could
But he had to subscribe
To the rules of the tribe

Now you're lookin' for a queen
Everybody talks too much and argues
And it makes you wanna scream
Don't these little punks realize who they're talkin' to
But the scrubs say oh, 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
Because I warned you they would burn you
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 so respectable, you're the respectable members of
You're so respectable
There's a rich boy but he doesn't spend   He just drinks his Poland Spring   He's a quick boy walkin' 'round the bend   Or at home alone reading      And he wants to do good   And he wants to do right   So he does what he should   But he's got to subscribe   To the rules of the tribe      Now you're playin' for the team   Everybody loves to love a winner   And you're bustin' the beguine   Everybody knows you're no beginner   But the bums say oh, 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   Because I warned you, they would scorn you   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   But the freaks say oh, things ain't what they seem      You're a respectable member of society   But you don't have nothin' on me   You gotcha upper crust dinner tux sanctimony   But you won't have nothin' you'll see   Because I told you, they would mold you   But you never did a thing      Are you gonna tell? Are you gonna hide?   Are you gonna join the crowd or split?   Who are you payin'? What are you sayin'?   Are you gonna sell? Are you gonna buy?   Are you gonna fizzle out or hit?   Where are you layin'? What are you sayin'?      He's a grown man and he wears a tie   And his laugh is hard and fast   He's a old man far before his time   And his jacket holds a flask      And he tried to do good   And he tried to do right   So he did what he could   But he had to subscribe   To the rules of the tribe      Now you're lookin' for a queen   Everybody talks too much and argues   And it makes you wanna scream   Don't these little punks realize who they're talkin' to   But the scrubs say oh, 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   Because I warned you they would burn you   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 so respectable, you're the respectable members of   You're so respectable