we three kings are having a jar,
bearing gifts we stole from the spar,
money counting, profits mounting,…
selling em in the bar.
ooh, ooh, car of wonder,pile of shite,
pinched it from a building site,
we proceeded, they don’t need it,
taxi’s dear this time of night.
we three kings are shy of a goal,
work for a living is selling your soul,
we got money, think it’s funny,
tuesday we sign on the dole.
hoodie laughs at working fools,
mocking men that play to rules,
we pay taxes, he relaxes,
he’s the king, and we the mules.