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.
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