(elvis costello/aimee mann)
Theres no charity in you
And that surprises me
I guess I thought you were a golden idol
cause I called you majesty
On the balustrade
You watched me hunt for tips I was obliged to pick up
From the passing trade
Chorus:
Hey, kids--look at this
Its the fall of the worlds own optimist
I could get back up if you insist
But youll have to ask politely
cause the eggshells Ive been treading
Couldnt spare me a beheading
And Ill know I had it coming
From a caesar who was only slumming
Hey, kids--look at this
Its the fall of the worlds own optimist
Well, I could have objections
Which you could override
But whats the point--were only flogging the horse
When the horseman has up and died
Once I testified
And swore Id never leave a stone unturned--
I bet youre really glad that I lied
Chorus
Hey, kids--look at this
Its the fall of the worlds own optimist
I could get back up if you insist
But youll have to ask politely
Yes, youll have to ask politely
Yes, youll have to ask