Roger Creager, Kyle Hutton

61st floor way downtown,
From cubicle 423
You can't see what's coming down
The mail lady brings a pink slip
And an empty box for my desk
Says, "Pack what you brought leave us the rest"
Down in the parking garage I hope my truck starts again When the CEO passes me in his new Mercedes Benz
He's smoking on a Cuban
While mine blows out the tailpipe
Some get rich while the rest get by
Chorus
The rich keep getting richer, but I keep staying poor
I'm working this overtime to help event the score
It feels like I'm working towards the welfare line,
But someday I'll get mine
The big boss man and his jolly pirate crew
Were watching and planning
And plotting to get away with the loot
So clever and so quiet,
Wall Street never heard a sound
They grabbed the last piece of gold as the ship went down Now there's handcuffs jangling against a Rolex watch
And a squad car at the palace there to chauffeur him off But, you know,
I'll bet some poor working stiff gets stuck serving the time Cause some get rich while the rest get by
Chorus
I met up with old Saint Peter there
At the Great Pearly Gates
He told my old boss in front of me,
"Sir you'll have to wait"
Then he waved me on through and he winked his eye
He told me, "Some get rich while the rest get by"