Making the Nouveau Riche

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