I can hound you if I need toSip your brandy from a crystal
shoeIn the corner, in the cornerWhile the others climb reaching
dizzy heightsThe world's in front of me in black and
whiteI'm on the bottom line, I'm on the bottom
lineI'd have a cardiac if I had such luckLucky losers,
lucky losers landing on skid rowLanding on skid rowWhile the
Diamond JimsAnd the Kings road pimpsBreath heavy in their brand
new clothesI'm on the bottom line, I'm on the bottom
lineAnd I gotta get a meal ticketTo survive you need a meal
ticketTo stay alive you need a meal ticketFeel no pain, no
painNo regret, no regretWhen the line's been
signedYou're someone elseDo yourself a favor, the meal
ticket does the restShake a hand if you have toTrust in us and
we will love you anyway, anywayDon't leave us stranded in
the jungleWith fifty percent that's hard to
handleAin't that so, ain't that so