Golden boy
Where does your money go?
Not for the poor folks
Not for the poor folks
We all can see what happened in Cleveland.
I won't be pretentious
I'm on the throne in my hedge funds
I corner the market, I swallow the debts
And I seize real estate
I'm known as the man who broke the banks
Got a skill in handling figures
I've worked so hard
Went to Harvard
I slide along the yield curves"
Golden boy
Where does your money go?
Not for the poor folks
Not for the poor folks
To starve and to sweat
This is their fate
We all can see what happened in Cleveland.
"I won't be sarcastic
But I won't wait for heaven
I wanna store up treasures on earth
Money 's what I cherish
I pop the Champagne
Enjoy this Grand Cru
In crystal flute glasses
I sprinkle my life
With a golden touch
I glitter like Midas"
Dollars in his eyes,
Billions in his mouth
Golden boy
Where does your money go?
Not for the poor folks
Not for the poor folks
To starve and to sweat
This is their fate
We all can see what happened in Cleveland.