there's a cold wind blowin' through the old east side  it cuts with the devil's curse  they're turning our people into the streets, while  the landloards line their purse  with the greenback dollar of the tourist trade  there's a fortune to be had  make way for the out-of-towners, for  the tenants it's just too bad  this appears to be their attitude.  kick 'em until they're down  they're only welfare cases and  pensioners and they're easily pushed around  we've invited the world to come and stay  and celebrate the fair  i wonder if the world will understand  the homeless walkin' there.  i'm alright jack, and how 'bout you?  i'm gonna catch this wave that's rollin' through  and turn a trick or two  i'm alright jack, no flies on me!  i'm within my rights, my conscien  ce is clear  i am the profiteer  the sign says closed for renovation  this is a con we all see through  it spreads like a poison through the town,  monkey see and monkey do  turn your slum into a mine, squeeze 'em  hard for every dime  the people will paint your criminals, but  you can't see the crime  - chorus -  they're all bastards with no morals,  overcome by a pitiful greed  for years they've taken rent from  the tenants, now they bite the hand that feeds  they've easily turned a blind eye to  all pain and despair  and i pray when they rush is over that  their gold mines all stand bare  i'm alright jack and how about you?  gonna catch me a wave that's  rollin' throught and turn a trick or two  i'm alright jack, no flies on me!!  i'm within my rights, my conscience clear  i am the profiteer.