Matchless

And close the day to think about something
 We dance to the melody of the times
 We count out feelings by Big Ben's chimes
 For here, no one is poor
 All of us are rich
 We have all lined up on the same side
 We are making money, that could never be denied
 The streets down here are paved with gold
 Or silver at least
 For we are living in the sunny Southeast
 You Northerners, Scotsmen and Welsh
 You know where your enemy's to be found
 In the soft, prosperous south bed South
 For here, no one is poor
 We all roll in it
 We've all lined up on the same side
 And we don't mind it's the North that's paying for it
 The streets down here are paved with gold
 Or silver at least
 For we are living in the sunny Southeast
 But as we see
 The real moneybags are pointing the way up a one-way street
 Then if they will then it's work to treat
 Oh let's politicize the North-South divide
 If it's not a question of class war
 We will save ourselves and let us stay poor