Lap Of Luxury

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