He's got a powerful friend
Who owes him nothing
And knows how to spend
Lives in his apartment for free
Waits on the table at tea
Whips up the coffee and cream
Sometimes cries or he'd scream
Phones for the grocery van
The milkman delivers
And the newspapers land
When he gets home of a night
His old man mutters
And puts up a fight
Over some political scheme
Sometimes cries
Or he'd scream
Spends all his days à coucher
There's absolutely nothing new
To do but delay
The plan to take a different stand
When pizza boys deliver
What he needs on demand
Eyes lit with a nicotine gleam
Sometimes cries
Or he'd scream