I met a rich man
Insecure and begging
For attention
Rich men don't ride busses
He was, for once
Bragging about his money
And the four hundred he won
On horses
His mom won more
I could see his scared eyes
Hidden behind designer glasses
Expensive clothes and tasteless jewelry
How sad to be frightened of how the other half lives
We're better off without first-class bums such as him