Rich Man's Life
from: Chocolate Paper Suites
ORANGES FALL LIKE RAIN: Rich Man's Life
Is it the gray or the rain or the bright red poncho
on the man selling oranges in the street below
from a horse-drawn cart, he's calling out to the people
got a cart full of oranges and a red poncho
So who is the seller, does he come from the country?
Is he nice to the pony? Does he smile at his wife?
In the rain is he wishing for a green umbrella and a roll of tobacco
and a rich man's life?
Give me a rich man's life with a green umbrella
and a roll of tobacco and a rich man's fun
Give me a rich man's flie with the sharp black edges
and the clean white columns rising up to the sun
Up to the sun
Is it the gray or the rain or the man and his pony
makes me watch from the window through the wine in the glass
he's calling out to the people, in the bright red poncho
while the soft rain dances where the rich men pass
He's calling out to the people, come and try my oranges
try the sweet, sweet orange, pulling out his knife
he cuts a slice of the orange, reaches out to the lady
with the blue shoe buckle and a rich man's life
Give me a rich man's life with a green umbrella
and a roll of tobacco and a rich man's fun
Give me a rich man's flie with the sharp black edges
and the clean white columns rising up to the sun
Up to the sun
Is it the gray or the rain or the bright red poncho
on the man selling oranges in the street below
from a horse-drawn cart, he's calling out to the people
got a cart full of oranges and a red poncho
So who is the seller, does he come from the country?
Is he nice to the pony? Does he smile at his wife?
In the rain is he wishing for a green umbrella and a roll of tobacco
and a rich man's life?
Give me a rich man's life with a green umbrella
and a roll of tobacco and a rich man's fun
Give me a rich man's flie with the sharp black edges
and the clean white columns rising up to the sun
Up to the sun
Is it the gray or the rain or the man and his pony
makes me watch from the window through the wine in the glass
he's calling out to the people, in the bright red poncho
while the soft rain dances where the rich men pass
He's calling out to the people, come and try my oranges
try the sweet, sweet orange, pulling out his knife
he cuts a slice of the orange, reaches out to the lady
with the blue shoe buckle and a rich man's life
Give me a rich man's life with a green umbrella
and a roll of tobacco and a rich man's fun
Give me a rich man's flie with the sharp black edges
and the clean white columns rising up to the sun
Up to the sun