You say I have to get a real life   But I'm not sure how that in making someone or other rich   Is any more real than making a niche for yourself   I'm without a zack, a truth   A coin, a kopeck or an elusive brass razoo   But my dear rationalist   Don't dream I couldn't care   I too grow quickly bored of the clothes I wear   So maybe I should go and get a real life   Real like cutting a fine figure   Or scraping a deposit together   For if, heaven forbid   Just suppose I cannot live on taxes and goodwill forever   But how is it that the problem just doesn't seem to press   While my fingers are themselves pressing hard against the neck?   I was sure that I suffered and worked as hard as anyone I knew   Well it seems I haven't   I better damn well fix it and make it look every inch as though I do   But still I'll have to go and get a real life   And I've no doubt that it will happen   Maybe I've put it off for too long now   Gonna see if I can't get something better than a   Maybe I'm amidst of a real life