(Elvis Costello/Aimee Mann)
There's no charity in you
And that surprises me
I guess I thought you were a golden idol
'Cause I called you majesty
On the balustrade
You watched me hunt for tips I was obliged to pick up
From the passing trade
CHORUS:
Hey, kids--look at this
It's the fall of the world's own optimist
I could get back up if you insist
But you'll have to ask politely
'Cause the eggshells I've been treading
Couldn't spare me a beheading
And I'll know I had it coming
From a Caesar who was only slumming
Hey, kids--look at this
It's the fall of the world's own optimist
Well, I could have objections
Which you could override
But what's the point--we're only flogging the horse
When the horseman has up and died
Once I testified
And swore I'd never leave a stone unturned--
I bet you're really glad that I lied
CHORUS
Hey, kids--look at this
It's the fall of the world's own optimist
I could get back up if you insist
But you'll have to ask politely
Yes, you'll have to ask politely
Yes, you'll have to ask