Music by elton john
Lyrics by bernie taupin
Available on the album captain fantastic and the brown dirt cowboy
I can hound you if I need to
Sip your brandy from a crystal shoe
In the corner, in the corner
While the others climb reaching dizzy heights
The worlds in front of me in black and white
Im on the bottom line, Im on the bottom line
Id have a cardiac if I had such luck
Lucky losers, lucky losers landing on skid row
Landing on skid row
While the diamond jims
And the kings road pimps
Breath heavy in their brand new clothes
Im on the bottom line, Im on the bottom line
And I gotta get a meal ticket
To survive you need a meal ticket
To stay alive you need a meal ticket
Feel no pain, no pain
No regret, no regret
When the lines been signed
Youre someone else
Do yourself a favor, the meal ticket does the rest
Shake a hand if you have to
Trust in us and we will love you anyway, anyway
Dont leave us stranded in the jungle
With fifty percent thats hard to handle
Aint that so, aint that so
