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Old Money

from Middleborough Rd by Tripod

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I'm at a moment in my life
When I want more
Than just a pretty little head
Some random girl to warm my bed
No instead I'm gonna hold out
Cause I finally know exactly what I want

Old money old money
I'd really like to meet a girl who comes from
Old money old money
Some pointless twit who thinks I'm scum

She's got to be the kind of girl
Who wouldn't know
How to toast a piece of bread

The kind of girl who if you said "Where's the laundry?"
She would answer "How the hell would I know, is it near the stable?"
And at the table
I would mispronouce the food and she would laugh at me

Her parents scowl
As I get confused by all the fancy cutlery
They're just plain better than me

Old money old money
Ooo yeah ooo yeah

She'll always be extremely rude to the help
And when she's not around
The help will then be rude to me
'Cause they can see I've got no place here
She's just using me to get back at her father

And the butler
Is the only one who's ever really nice to me
We play at dice
And he teaches me the finer points of falconry

Until the night her father summons him up to the study
The next day we go fishing him and me
I'm unpacking my sandwich when he throws me in the water
And bashes me with an oar untill I drown
Yeah that'd be sweet.

Old money old money
She'll look back at me as just a fad
Old money old money
Old money old money
She's only using me to get back at her dad

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from Middleborough Rd, released October 11, 2004

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