Songtext von Uptown Folks

Priests and the, the judges, rabbis pay very well We aren't really here 'till we've found a way, a way to die A way to die Talking emptiness send to the edge Bump giants and religion The saloon is my refuge Uptown folks pay very well indeed Uptown folks pay very well indeed Back to the, the garden where the rich folks love a walk Don't chop wood for practice Your place is here in the world Delirium, delirium maybe it's just cold outside Crooked bones show the king's feet Uptown folks pay very well indeed Uptown folks pay very well indeed Back to the, the garden Back to the garden we will go Back to the, the garden Back to the garden we will go Back to the, the garden Back to the garden we will go Back to the, the garden Back to the garden we will go Back to the, the garden Back to the garden we will go Back to the, the garden Back to the garden we will go Uptown folks pay very well Uptown folks pay very well Uptown folks pay very well Uptown folks pay very well indeed Uptown folks pay very well Uptown folks pay very well Uptown folks, they pay very well