When you come down
   From your Ivory Tower
   You will see how it really must be
   To be like me to see like me
   To feel like me
  
   Take a look at me I'm a poor man's son
   I never did no harm to no one
   You've got money in the bank
   And I don't have none
  
   When you come down etc etc....
  
   Bridge:
   You can see through
   Your rose coloured glasses
   In a world that seems
   like glamour to you
   You've got opinions and judgements about
   All kind of things
   That you don't know anything about
  
   Don't you know the price that I have to pay
   Just to do everything I have to do
   Do you think that there's nothing to it
   You should try it sometime
  
   When you come down