I need some money to open doors
I won't bend over or lick your paws
You got me red, I'll get me black
My tar town checks come bouncin' back
He wears my suit to make a good impression
He didn't come here for no mad concession
Don't rip me off
'Cause I'm a
Blue chip Long hair
Gilted Weirdo
Carte blanche, bona fide
18 carat man of means
My joint account goes up in smoke
Your drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' coke
Man, he's gonna be a star
Stick with him babe and you'll go far
I've said so baby, what you want of me
I'm already signed up to NSB
They're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
They're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
They're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
They're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
You laughed at me when I was down
You thought our Harry would devalue the pound
Worn out with you, yeh and I saw red
You're holding my hand, but you shake my head
You're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
You're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
You're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
You're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh