Smiling Social Climber
Bowvayne - Molten
I’m alone at the Savoy Grille,
I’m waitin’ and I’m waitin’ still,
Thinkin’ I’ve been stood up or stood down.
Now you’ve arrived unfashionably late
To serve my head up on that plate,
Said that you’d been ridin’ with the Queen.
You’re a smiling social climber,
In your Tasmanian Tiger stole,
You’re a smiling social climber,
You climbed out with your hole.
You’re a smiling social climber.
You’re a gifted money-minder.
You’re an antisocial slider – oh yeah!
An “air-kiss” as you scan the joint,
Then you wave and point
To a waiter who is speaking Portuguese.
You pretend to know just what he say,
“Vos is das?” “Que c’est ce?”
Now your little finger’s fully cocked.
You’re a smiling social climber,
In your Tasmanian Tiger stole,
You’re a smiling social climber,
You climbed out with your hole.
You’re a sugar daddy glider.
You’re a gifted money-minder.
You’re an antisocial slider
You’re a smiling social climber.
You think the Greenhouse Effect is a salad,
You’re not even worthy of this ballad,
’Though you say that Mozart wrote you tunes.
You’re a smiling social climber,
Yes, you’re a sugar daddy glider,
I told your friends your daddy sells harpoons.
You’re a smiling social climber,
In your Tasmanian Tiger stole,
You’re a smiling social climber,
You climbed out with your hole.
You’re a smiling social climber,
You’ve got a plastic soul,
You’re a smiling social climber,
You think nobody knows.
You’re a smiling social climber,
You’re a gifted money-minder.
You’re an antisocial slider – oh yeah!
You’re a gifted money-minder –oh yeah!
© Gold Fountain Music 2008
