There's no justice no more
It's just filling accounts
And it's the job of the judge
To fix the amounts
There's no justice no more
It's the bidding that counts
And there's one thing I'm sure
It's the bidding that counts
With money you're a yacht with a following breeze
With money you've got Lady Luck on her knees
Poets, singers, critics all say you're great
In front of a judge Perry Mason's second rate
What use are laws where money is king
Where poverty is useless and can't fix a thing
Even cynics who sneer are rarely averse
To turning their scruples to fill up their purse
If you profit the accounts of HRH Spencer
Then Charlie and her father are sure to dispense her
You can marry Diana with cash on the nail
And make her and her father believe the same tale
You can prove, disprove be a lawyer of note
Whose cases are filed for textbooks to quote
Whatever you wish for, if you can disburse
Will be yours if you've got a wad in your purse
I've always been told that the prettiest lasses
Come from the upper and upper middle classes
Who say you're somewhat overrated NME
Your Elvis seems rather obvious to me