Rich Girl

The summer sun blazed high in the sky

Beneath a tree sat a regular guy

A regular guy sat beneath a tree

But what he was doing was bothering me

 

YOU'RE A RICH GIRL

AND YOU'VE GONE TOO FAR

AND YOU KNOW IT DON'T MATTER ANYWAY

 

Under this oak that was ever so tall

Singing as loud as a young Daryl Hall

 

This man would not shut up.