作曲 : Carrabba Why do you speak with that accent now? Everyone knows you're not from the streets You went to prep school in CambridgeWith daughters and sons of the privileged elite The fortunes from shipping and industry The futures in yacht clubs and tales So why do you speak with that accent now? Everyone knows your moonlighting here To avail yourself of your heritage For a season or two in the sun Draw wealth from the funds in the trust Thanks to the fathers of fortunate sons For us it's a matter of charging the gates For you it's a matter of blood and connections Of blood and connections So who do you fool with that costume now? Everyone knows you're not who you seem You've got a hard way about you For someone who's passage is already paid By the sins and the schemes of your father And the infinite reach of his arm Draw wealth from the funds in the trust Thanks to the fathers of fortunate sons For us it's a matter of charging the gates For you it's a matter of blood Drink well from your bottomless cup And bask in your good fortune For us it's a matter of charging the gates For you it's a matter of blood and connections So where will you be when you tire of the fun? The escape, the charade and your time in the sun I know everyone does their own reinvention But yours has a taste that's hard to swallow And what will you tell of your tenure with us? Will you build yourself up, like the size of your hunt? If they're anything like what you've been telling us Those stories will make true believers Of the chumps and the fools So why do you speak with that accent now? Everyone knows you're not from the streets
作曲 : Carrabba Why do you speak with that accent now? Everyone knows you're not from the streets You went to prep school in CambridgeWith daughters and sons of the privileged elite The fortunes from shipping and industry The futures in yacht clubs and tales So why do you speak with that accent now? Everyone knows your moonlighting here To avail yourself of your heritage For a season or two in the sun Draw wealth from the funds in the trust Thanks to the fathers of fortunate sons For us it's a matter of charging the gates For you it's a matter of blood and connections Of blood and connections So who do you fool with that costume now? Everyone knows you're not who you seem You've got a hard way about you For someone who's passage is already paid By the sins and the schemes of your father And the infinite reach of his arm Draw wealth from the funds in the trust Thanks to the fathers of fortunate sons For us it's a matter of charging the gates For you it's a matter of blood Drink well from your bottomless cup And bask in your good fortune For us it's a matter of charging the gates For you it's a matter of blood and connections So where will you be when you tire of the fun? The escape, the charade and your time in the sun I know everyone does their own reinvention But yours has a taste that's hard to swallow And what will you tell of your tenure with us? Will you build yourself up, like the size of your hunt? If they're anything like what you've been telling us Those stories will make true believers Of the chumps and the fools So why do you speak with that accent now? Everyone knows you're not from the streets
