Tripod - Old Money lyrics

rate me

I'm ... in a moment in my life

When I want more

Than just some pretty head

Some random girl to warm my bed

No, I'm content

Cos I finally know exactly what I want -

Old money

Old money

I'd really like to meet a girl who comes from

Old money

Old money

Some pointless twit who thinks i'm scum

She'd have to be the kind of girl

Who wouldn't know

How to toast a piece of bread

The kind of girl who, if you said

'Where's the laundry?', she would answer

'How the hell would I know,

Is it near the stable?'

And at the table

I would mispronounce the foods and she would laugh at me

Her parents scowl

As I get confused by all the fancy cutlery

They're just plain better than me

Old money,

Old money

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

She'd ... always be extremely rude

To the help

And, when she's not around

The help would then be rude to me

Cos they can see

That she's just using me to get back at her father

And the butler

Is the only one who's ever really nice to me

We play at dice

And he teaches me the finer points of falconry

Until the day her father summons him up to the study

The next day, we go fishing

Him and me

I'm unpacking my sandwich

When he throws me in the water

And beats me with the oars until i drown

Yeah, that'd be sweet

Old money

Old money

And she'll look back on me as just a fad

Old money

Old money, old money

Only using me to get at her dad