| Song | Introduction to Solution |
| Artist | The Kinks |
| Album | Preservation Act 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Sung by the tramp: | |
| While the rich get their kicks with their affluent antics | |
| Mr. black sits and ponders their fate. | |
| He just sits in the gloom of his dimly-lit room | |
| Waiting for them to swallow the bait. | |
| While the rich run their rackets he sits in his attic | |
| And casually clocks their defeat. | |
| While the politicians cover up mistakes that they've made | |
| And all the promises, the lies and deceits. | |
| A military coup has been long overdue. | |
| Now there's fighting and panic in the streets. | |
| Amid the mass disillusion, disorder and confusion, | |
| He will rise now his plan is complete. | |
| But me, i'm only standing here | |
| Watching it all go on and i'm watching it all go wrong | |
| And it's painfully clear that the battle is near | |
| And i wish i could just disappear. | |
| While flash and his men drink champagne in their den | |
| And debase life with crude ostentation, | |
| The poor cry for more, but they're reaching the point | |
| Where the people can't stand any more. | |
| But me, i'm only standing here | |
| Watching it all go on, and i'm watching it all go wrong | |
| And it's painfully clear that the battle is near | |
| And i wish i could just disappear. |
| Sung by the tramp: | |
| While the rich get their kicks with their affluent antics | |
| Mr. black sits and ponders their fate. | |
| He just sits in the gloom of his dimlylit room | |
| Waiting for them to swallow the bait. | |
| While the rich run their rackets he sits in his attic | |
| And casually clocks their defeat. | |
| While the politicians cover up mistakes that they' ve made | |
| And all the promises, the lies and deceits. | |
| A military coup has been long overdue. | |
| Now there' s fighting and panic in the streets. | |
| Amid the mass disillusion, disorder and confusion, | |
| He will rise now his plan is complete. | |
| But me, i' m only standing here | |
| Watching it all go on and i' m watching it all go wrong | |
| And it' s painfully clear that the battle is near | |
| And i wish i could just disappear. | |
| While flash and his men drink champagne in their den | |
| And debase life with crude ostentation, | |
| The poor cry for more, but they' re reaching the point | |
| Where the people can' t stand any more. | |
| But me, i' m only standing here | |
| Watching it all go on, and i' m watching it all go wrong | |
| And it' s painfully clear that the battle is near | |
| And i wish i could just disappear. |
| Sung by the tramp: | |
| While the rich get their kicks with their affluent antics | |
| Mr. black sits and ponders their fate. | |
| He just sits in the gloom of his dimlylit room | |
| Waiting for them to swallow the bait. | |
| While the rich run their rackets he sits in his attic | |
| And casually clocks their defeat. | |
| While the politicians cover up mistakes that they' ve made | |
| And all the promises, the lies and deceits. | |
| A military coup has been long overdue. | |
| Now there' s fighting and panic in the streets. | |
| Amid the mass disillusion, disorder and confusion, | |
| He will rise now his plan is complete. | |
| But me, i' m only standing here | |
| Watching it all go on and i' m watching it all go wrong | |
| And it' s painfully clear that the battle is near | |
| And i wish i could just disappear. | |
| While flash and his men drink champagne in their den | |
| And debase life with crude ostentation, | |
| The poor cry for more, but they' re reaching the point | |
| Where the people can' t stand any more. | |
| But me, i' m only standing here | |
| Watching it all go on, and i' m watching it all go wrong | |
| And it' s painfully clear that the battle is near | |
| And i wish i could just disappear. |