Sitting Up Pretty by Roger Chapman Lyrics

Sitting up pretty on government hill -
While we the little people eat the bitter sweet pill
We're looking for bread man you're looking for deals
You give a little something you know it ain't real

Sitting up pretty in government house
While we the little people live hand to mouth
Making you rich is making us poor
Send deputations you're showing us the door

Is that food yours
You put on my table ?
Are these clothes yours
You put on my back?
Is this ground where I sleep?
These shoes on my feet?
If they are you can take them all back

Sitting up pretty on government park
Smiling with the sweetness of a manicured shark
Your just another cuckoo an unwelcome guest
Getting fatter by the minute in another bird's nest
Sitting up pretty on government gate
Why we the little people are the welfare state
Making pretty speeches trying to appeal
If the left-one don't get us then the right one will

Is that food yours
You put on my table ?
Are these clothes yours
You put on my back?
Is this ground where I sleep?
These shoes on my feet?
If they are you can take them all back