Rich Biiiii

Here comes the rich biiiiii bringing forth much strife what to do where to go as she tries to run my life here comes the fancy pants telling me how to dress for success she yells out loud making such a mess here comes the queen of the rodeo always putting me down why can't she see like you and me she's nothing but a clown here comes yankee doodle feather in her hat telling me that i should be another aristocat here comes mother hen hands upon her hips always wearing too much make-up on her tiny lips here comes good old blah blah blah never making sense perhaps if we could only see from each other's side the fence