(Gotta Get A) Meal Ticket - Elton John

I can hound you if I need to Sip your brandy from a crystal shoe

In the corner, in the corner

While the others climb reaching dizzy heights

The worlds in front of me in black and white

Im on the bottom line, Im on the bottom line

Id have a cardiac if I had such luck

Lucky losers, lucky losers landing on skid row

Landing on skid row

While the diamond jims

And the kings road pimps

Breath heavy in their brand new clothes

Im on the bottom line, Im on the bottom line

And I gotta get a meal ticket

To survive you need a meal ticket

To stay alive you need a meal ticket

Feel no pain, no pain

No regret, no regret

When the lines been signed

Youre someone else

Do yourself a favor, the meal ticket does the rest

Shake a hand if you have to Trust in us and we will love you anyway, anyway

Dont leave us stranded in the jungle

With fifty percent thats hard to handle

Aint that so, aint that so