4th century BC
Plato
- Idealism — forms over particulars
- The Republic ethic: “God is not the author of evil”
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Minimum wage and a paper hat
A name tag spelled correct
Grease burns on my knuckles
And nothing to regret
I used to make a week of this
In sixty minutes flat
Funny what a fortune costs
Funny where the riches're at
[Chorus]
I'm rich, I'm rich
You should see me counting
Every dollar's clean
And the cleanness keeps compounding
I earned it standing up
With my own name on my chest
Have a nice day, I mean it
This paper hat's my Sunday best
[Verse 2]
I cried over a bag of socks
Five bucks at the store
First clothes in all my grown-up life
No man was paying for
He didn't laugh, he held on tight
Like crying over socks made sense
It did, it does, I'd cry again
Best five dollars ever spent
[Chorus]
I'm rich, I'm rich
Fry oil in my hair
Feet aching like a testimony
Getting me somewhere
I earned it standing up
And every cent is mine to hold
The take-home pay is tiny
And the take-home's solid gold
[Bridge]
They can keep the dinner rates
The envelopes, the suites
I'll take a register that sticks
And sensible shoes on honest feet
'Cause the money never was the price
The price was always me
And me is off the market
Permanently
[Final Chorus]
I'm rich, I'm rich
And my name tag says who's earning
JOSIE, manager's own handwriting
Stuck up on the fridge, confirming
I earned it standing up
Body and paycheck, both are mine
First fortune of my whole life
Comes with fries and tastes divine
[Outro]
Would you like a drink with that?
I'm rich
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