I need some money to open doors

I won't bend over or lick your paws

You got me red, I'll get me black

My tar town checks come bouncin' back



He wears my suit to make a good impression

He didn't come here for no mad concession



Don't rip me off

'Cause I'm a

Blue chip (Long hair)

Gilted (Weirdo)

Carte blanche, bona fide

18 carat man of means



My joint account goes up in smoke

Your drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' coke

Man, he's gonna be a star

Stick with him babe and you'll go far

I've said so baby, what you want of me

I'm already signed up to NSB



They're alright

Yeh, yeh, yeh

They're alright

Yeh, yeh, yeh

They're alright

Yeh, yeh, yeh

They're alright

Yeh, yeh, yeh



You laughed at me when I was down

You thought our Harry would devalue the pound

Worn out with you, yeh and I saw red

You're holding my hand, but you shake my head



You're alright

Yeh, yeh, yeh

You're alright

Yeh, yeh, yeh

You're alright

Yeh, yeh, yeh

You're alright

Yeh, yeh, yeh