Tell me who's good and who's bad
Tell me who's happy and who's sad
Then go line 'em up to march in the parade

Who needs the truth, feed 'em lies.
They're all hungry for alibis.
Oh They're all the same, bowery bum, banker's son
Beat the drum, here they come
Banker's son, bowery bum

Your skin is thin, mine is too
What's so special about you
Make excuses 'cause, you just can't make the grade
Look in the mirror, yeah, it's true
Oh it was so, all that's you
Oh, they're all the same
Bowery bum, banker's son
Beat the drum, here they come
Banker's son, bowery bum

Hungry for bread, plant a seed
Satisfy your evil greed
No, you'd rather collect that unemployment check
Why should you work, like the rest
When it's easier to protest
Oh, you're all the same
Bowery bum, banker's son
Beat the drum, here they come
Banker's son, bowery bum

(Beggar's Parade) I'm talkin' 'bout a
(Beggar's Parade) I wanna tell 'bout a
(Beggar's Parade) I wanna tell 'bout a
(Beggar's Parade) I wanna tell 'bout a
(Beggar's Parade) Yeah yeah yeah.....
