The money won't last forever

Rent man called twice today.

I hope some day you'll find me

In the lap of luxury.

Searched for a new apartment

But they don't grow on trees.

Just want to lay my head

In the lap of luxury.

Stepped out on a new horizon

Felt a new spring in my feet.

Found a job, it could set me up

Dangling in the lap of luxury.

And the gaffer is a man of substance

Drives a jag and takes high tea.

Lives beyond the industrial wasteland,

Laughing in the lap of luxury.

I need money, now, to soothe my heart!

Buy me a Datsun or Toyota

Get the tax man to agree

All expenses I can muster

From the lap of luxury.