Lyrics:

You think that the way to move up in this town

Is to bring everyone else around you down

You're climbing a ladder with rubber rungs

And nobody cares what you think you have done

Faking successes with all the excesses

You're quite the man, such an empty man


Your country club life looks so shallow and grim

Making your moves as you try to fit in

Assuming a status you think others lack

Ignoring old friends and turning your back

For thoroughbred horses and eighteen hole courses

You're an empty man, such an empty man

Faking successes with all the excesses

You're quite the man, such an empty man


You worked in old New York to try to fit in

The doors were all closed to your kith and kin

You fed the fire and fanned all the flames

You've lost all your old friends by playing new games

Faking successes with all the excesses

You're quite the man, such an empty man

Faking excesses is what we expected

You're quite the man, you're an empty man


Empty Empty Man