Big Daddy Rich Sing along with Lucas Rich Men North Of Richmond

I'll do the regular. You do the chorus. It's my jam, baby. Woo! Yeah! I wish politicians would look out for miners and not just miners on an island somewhere. Lord, we got folks in the street who ain't got nothing to eat. And the old bees are milking welfare. But God, if you're five foot three, you weigh 300 pounds, you taxes are not paid for your bags of fudge round. Young men are putting themselves six feet in the ground. And all this country does is keep on kicking them down. Lord, everything changed. But the world's got to change for people like me and people like you. Wish I could just wake up and it not be true. But it is. But it is. Living in the green. With an old soul. Who's rich, men don't go rich. Lord knows that I just want to have total control. Want to know what you think. Want to know what you do. And I don't think you know. But I know that you do. Because your dollar ain't shit. And it's taxed to no end. Because we're rich men. Going for rich men. Woo! Attaboy, Lucas! That's what I'm talking about, baby! Yeah!