How hard it is to care,
About all the money out there,
I know it’s required,
I’m just not inspired,
I’d rather fight bears in a lair.
Who needs the silver and trappings,
Of wealth and fame and clappings,
Alright that’s too far,
I’m no russian tsar,
But it’s still not worth daily slappings.
One day I’ll make money with joy,
Me, the wife and our little boy,
We’ll be happy to serve you,
Anything but that tofu,
In a cafe called Red Saveloy.
For now I just keep plodding on,
I need to take care of my son,
I’ll sit out the days,
In my eyes hide the glaze,
And home through the warm setting sun.
